Desert Island

(Jack)

We stared at the flickering light in the jungle, our hearts pounding in unison. The possibility of another survivor filled the air with a mix of hope and apprehension.

"It's definitely a fire," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Could be a survivor from the boat."

Aaron nodded, eyes wide. "If they can see our fire, then ours can be seen too. They'll probably come find us tomorrow."

We sat in silence for a moment, the thought of not being alone on the island was mostly comforting if not a little scary.

"What if they weren't friendly?" I asked.

"Hopefully they were just as desperate us." he replied, "Let's get some rest and be ready for tomorrow, they'll probably find us."

I agreed, though sleep seemed like an impossible task with the anticipation I was feeling. We added some wood to fire to ensure we were seen and retreated to our makeshift shelter. Aaron cuddled into me, we listened to the sounds of the island, our minds racing with possibilities.

We rose early, and gathered some supplies, "Let's wash off and go collect some fruit, we're starting to run low and our guests might need some." I suggested, reaching into a bag, drawing out body wash, which was running very low, I took his hand and pulled him to his feet. Our fingers laced together as we made our way to the sea.

"So, I've been wondering," I started, fidgeting with a loose thread on my shirt. "When we get rescued - if we get rescued - what happens to... this?" I gestured vaguely between us. "Are we just island fling material, or is this more of a 'stranded together, stayed together' situation?"

Aaron's lips quirked into a grin. "Wow, I didn't know your face could turn that shade of red. It's adorable." He paused, his expression growing more serious. "Look, when we first crashed here, all I could think about was rescue. But now? I'm not in a rush. Turns out, being stranded with you beats my sad excuse for a life back home. Even if a rescue boat turned up right now, I'd want to stick with you. That is, if you're not sick of me yet."

I felt a warmth spread through my chest. "Sick of you? Please. These two weeks have been the weirdest, scariest, and somehow best of my life."

We stood knee-deep in the surf, soaping up our bodies, I could feel Aaron's body pressing against mine. The suds from the body-wash ran down our chests, and I took advantage of the slippery sensation to rub my hands all over him. His cock was hard and insistent against my stomach, and I felt my own dick rising to meet it.

I dropped to my knees in the water, the sand squishing beneath me as I took Aaron's hard dick into my mouth. He threaded his fingers through my hair, pulling gently as I licked and sucked at his helmet. His moans spurred me on, and I cupped his balls with my hand, giving them a gentle tug. I could feel his muscles tensing as I slipped my fingers across his taint and into his crack.

I used the body wash to lubricate my finger before slowly pushing it into Aaron's tight hole. He gasped as I worked it in deeper, and I could feel his body trembling with pleasure. I began to move my finger in and out, slowly at first, then building up speed as Aaron's groans grew louder.

As his balls tightened and rose, I braced myself and took him deep into my mouth. Hot cum shot down my throat as I gripped my dick tightly and spilt my own load into the water. I pulled off his dick and watched as the tide carried my cum away before I glanced up. He was looking up at me with a mischievous grin, "Maybe we should put some clothes on. Wouldn't want our mystery guests to get an eyeful."

I glanced towards the trees, adding, "Good thing they didn't show up five minutes ago. Explaining why I had my finger up your arse might've been a bit awkward." Aaron burst out laughing, his face a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

I tried to keep myself busy and spent the majority of the rest of the morning knotting small pieces of twine and ropes together in a criss-cross pattern. Aaron wandered over, looking puzzled. "Are you making another net? The one we have is working pretty well."

"No, I'm not," I replied without even looking up from my work. "It's a surprise, so I'm not telling. Go and do something useful, and you'll see later."

"Aye aye, Captain Knots-a-lot!" Aaron mock-saluted, marching off with exaggerated steps. I snorted, shaking my head as I focused on my handiwork, desperately trying to distract myself from thoughts of our mysterious neighbour.

By the time I had finished, Aaron had checked the fishing nets, and knocked down several coconuts. I took the thickest rope and weaved it in and out of the edges of the netting, leaving two long pieces on each end, which I used to secure it tightly to the two trees. Just as I was finishing up, I heard Aaron approaching.

"Holy shit, you made a hammock!" he exclaimed. "Is this what island retirement looks like?"

"Yeah, well, don't get too excited. It's untested, so... climb on at your own risk," I warned.

Getting into the hammock was not as easy as we initially assumed.

After a few ungraceful attempts and some choice curses from Aaron, I offered my hand. He finally managed to settle in, stretching out with a contented sigh.

"Now this is what I call luxury camping," he grinned. "You joining me in this five-star accommodation?"

I hesitated, momentarily distracted by the sight of him. His vest had ridden up, revealing a strip of pale skin and a trail of ginger hair.

"Earth to Jack," Aaron's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "Are you okay? Or are you distracted by the guy who fucked you yesterday?"

"Shut up," I laughed, "I'm just thinking about that fire. What if they're cannibals or something."

He shrugged, "I'm sure it's just more people from the boat. But... I know a way to take your mind off things," Aaron said with a grin, lifting his shorts just enough to let his balls fall out. "How about a little hammock action? I'll even let you could suck it again, or sit on- oomph." Before he could finish the rope behind his head snapped, sending him and the hammock crashing to the ground.

I burst out laughing, "That's what you get for being sarcastic!"

"Hey, I was offering a genuine stress-relief service here," Aaron grumbled, rubbing the back of his head.

We worked together to reinforce the knots, this time making sure they were actually secure.

"There," Aaron said, stepping back to admire our handiwork. "Now it's sturdier than ever, but you get in first this time. Jack. Jack?"

When I didn't respond, he turned to look at me and that's when he saw it too - a figure calling out to us, from the beach.

Aaron and I were lost for words as we saw the man started running towards us, shouting. He must have been around 6'2". He was wearing a vest that showed off his strong, tattoo-covered arms, and was carrying a huge backpack that bounced and rattled as he ran. He looked to be about 30 years old.

We stood open-mouthed as the man continued to close the gap and stopped two meters away. He had close-cropped dark hair and neat stubble. Aaron immediately stepped defensively in front of me, his body tense, as the man held up his hands in a gesture of peace.

"Hey, I'm not a threat," the man said breathlessly. "I just... I thought I was alone."

Relief washed over me, and I stepped out from behind Aaron. "Erm, hello," I said cautiously.

The man shrugged off his backpack and stumbled towards us, throwing his arms around us. "I thought I was alone," he repeated, emotion clear in his voice.

"You been alone here for over three weeks?" I asked?

He nodded.

Aaron wrapped a strong hand over his shoulder and pulled him close. "Well, you're not anymore, big fella."

After a few moments, the man took a deep breath and backed up a few steps. "Lads, I can't tell ya how relieved I am to meet you. I remember you from the Mary-Lou?"

"Yeah," Aaron replied. "So, where have you been this whole time?"

"I spent the first week salvaging what I could from the wreck, hoping others would turn up. After 'bout two weeks, I decided to do a loop of the island to make a kind of map and hopefully find other survivors! I've been walking three days now; the island is bigger than I first thought. I was on the north side, and this is the south. I reckon it'd take a good five days to do a whole loop."

"Shit, that is big," Aaron said, his mouth gaping. "Let's go to our camp. We can tell each other everything. I'm Aaron, this is Jack."

"Good to meet you, boys. I'm Rick. I have some supplies in this bag, but I have a whole lot more stored back at my camp."

I couldn't contain myself. "Please, for the love of all that's holy, tell me you have toothpaste."

"I certainly do, Jackie!" Rick replied with a grin.

"You're like my guardian angel," I laughed back.

"Hang on, I thought that was me?" teased Aaron.

"You've been replaced; Rick here has toothpaste!" I joked.

Aaron lifted the bag onto his back. "Fuck me, you got a house in here!?"

"Something like that," Rick laughed as he threw an arm over my shoulder, as we settled down around the fire, Rick fired questions at us. "Is it just the two of you here? Did you know each other before? When did you find each other?"

We barely answered one question before it rolled into another. But before long, it was our turn to question Rick. "Tell us everything! Do you know what happened to the boat? We both heard alarms, went on deck, and were thrown overboard."

"I remember waking up on the beach," I added.

"And I was lucky to have my life jacket that kept me afloat until I saw the island and swam towards it." added Aaron.

Rick nodded, "I was actually working the night shift--I was the lead deckhand," Rick began, his voice steady but carrying the weight of his experience. "And let me tell you, the sea was so calm most of the night, but around 2, it all changed. The waves started slamming into the port side, and the boat began spinning. So I sounded the alarm. We ran aground and started taking on water. I think that's when you boys must have been knocked overboard if you ended up on the south side."

Rick paused for a moment, his eyes distant. "Anyway, I ran up to the bridge to help the captain, but he wasn't there. None of the crew were. Then, just as quickly as it had started, the storm stopped, but the boat was still taking on water. So, I aimed the boat directly at an inlet on this island, then went to find the others. But everyone was gone. They can't all have gone overboard like you boys; I would have seen someone. And both lifeboats were gone. So they must have already taken off before the storm started. I should have been paying more attention."

"So you think they abandoned ship!? Leaving you and a few guests who had paid for passage?" Aaron asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

"Yeah, I think so," Rick replied, nodding. "But I think I know why. I went back up to the bridge and steered the boat into the inlet. Since it was sinking anyway, I decided to run it aground and beach it so I'd have supplies. Lucky for me, the tide was in, so I managed to get it pretty close to shore. Once it was beached, I waited for the tide to go out so it'd be safer to make trips between the boat and land."

Rick took a deep breath as Aaron and I listened intently, gripped by his story. "While I was waiting, I tried sending out messages, but nothing was working. Even weirder, the black box--which people can track--had been removed, and most of the controls had been broken with wires cut. That's when I knew that no one knew where I was."

Rick continued, "I started ferrying supplies to shore using the rubber dinghy, which is fairly big. I began with the food and medical supplies, then moved on to other helpful items like batteries, pillows, and my shaver," he said, pointing to his hair and beard with a smile.

"And toothpaste," I added with a grin.

"Yeah, and toothpaste and toothbrushes just for you, Jackie," Rick winked as he pulled his bag towards him and rummaged around inside. He pulled out two cooking pots, a sleeping bag, and finally, a toiletries bag.

He tossed me a toothbrush and toothpaste. "There's more back at camp, but for now, we'll have to share. Most of these were the crew's, so... consider it a souvenir?"

I was about to mention we had one, but compared to our sad, mangled bristles, Rick's looked like it could star in a toothpaste commercial.

"You're a lifesaver, Rick," I grinned, snatching them up. Without hesitation, I dunked the brush in water, slathered on the paste, and started scrubbing away years of imaginary plaque. All the while, I kept my eyes on Rick, silently urging him to continue his tale.

"Well, like I said, it took a good week to salvage all I could. I kept thinking if I'm stuck here, I need everything. So I went down into the cargo hold, which held all the stores, and that's when I found it.

He paused dramatically. "Two crates of cocaine."

"Guess that storm was our accidental get-out-of-jail-free card, eh?" Asked Aaron. The toothbrush hung forgotten from my mouth as I looked between them, the implications hitting me. "So it being a boat for passengers was just a cover?" Aaron continued.

"Must have been. But anyway, I pushed all that into the sea and carried on salvaging. I found a bunch of tools, so I ended up taking beds apart and floorboards up, thinking I'd need it all to build a structure. That's what I did for the next week. I found a sheltered area with only brambles a hundred yards in, with a spring down one side. So I cleared the area and built a platform a few inches off the ground as a sleeping platform. I gave it three walls and a make-do roof."

Rick paused, a sombre look crossing his face. "Then, just over a week ago, that storm came; you remember?"

I felt my cheeks redden as I thought about Aaron taking my virginity during that storm. Luckily, my embarrassment went unnoticed as I rinsed my mouth with water and licked my clean teeth.

"Well, it didn't last long, but it was enough to break up the rest of the boat and wash it up. So I managed to pull even more into my stockpile," Rick continued.

"So what you're telling us is that you have the entire contents of the boat on the other side of the island? And we're still sat here because?" Aaron said, causing us all to laugh.

"I have enough for all of us. I'll take you tomorrow," Rick offered.

"That'd be great. I'll go check the nets and see if we've caught some fish for dinner," I said, rising to my feet.

"Sounds great. I have potatoes and carrots in here too," Rick said as he continued sifting through the contents of his bag. He pulled out a metal dish and wire rack and placed them over the fire.

When I returned with two fish in hand, I saw one of the pots bubbling on the wire rack. Rick took the fish and started filleting them with a knife he pulled from his bag. "You're like the survival Mary Poppins with that bag. You need to teach me how to do that," Aaron said, watching Rick clean and gut the fish within seconds and place them on the wire rack too.

"Sure, I spent loads of time doing stuff like this with my dad. I enjoy it, and I'd love to show you," Rick replied.

We placed all the food on the metal tray and sat together in comfortable silence as we ate. Aaron sucked his thumb and winked at me. "See, Jack, even with these home comforts, we're still wild boys."

Rick rose to his feet. "Jackie, Aaron, I can't tell you how pleased I am to be with you. But I need some shut-eye. Do you mind if I share your shelter?"

We both began talking at the same time, insisting that he do that very thing.

We kicked dirt over the fire to extinguish it and, after passing the toothbrush around, settled into our sleeping bags.

Aaron and I still shared a double bag, I noticed there was more space between us than usual.