Francesco kept his legs and arms wrapped around Karl from behind while the blond was playing with his knife. They weren't talking, but it was strange to think that he could share that kind of comfortable silence with the fucker. He rested his chin against Karl's shoulder, wondering if this would be a good time to ask some questions.
They were out in the open, enjoying a bit of rest, while the others were at the camp. Mouse, as always, was somewhere in the forest surrounding them, laying traps and hunting to keep everyone fed. Several days had passed since that time when both Karl and Mouse had driven him nuts with their cocks buried to the hilt in him, and he hadn't spoken to the redhead in the meantime at all. It looked like Mouse was avoiding him, and he felt hurt by it.
"Karl," he whispered.
"Hmm?"
"It's a done deal, yes?" he asked timidly.
"About your boyfriend?"
Francesco could picture the sneer on Karl's face without looking. "Yes, about him."
"Still don't trust me?"
"I do, but I just need to hear it."
There was a small pause. "You're not afraid of me anymore."
Was it an accusation? Was it relief he could read in Karl's voice? He couldn't tell. "I guess I'm not."
"Good," Karl said shortly. "But don't even think of getting together with him after we leave. You're mine."
Francesco didn't want to argue. When that moment came, he'd see what he could do. Now, he flicked his fingers over Karl's ear playfully. "Sure. But if you leave me for some chick with tits as big as melons, I'm going to hurt you."
Karl moved quickly and trapped him under his body. There were shadows in the blue eyes these days, more numerous and darker than usual. Francesco wished Karl would just confide in him. Why was he worried? Did he expect an attack from other people on the island, now that they were on their last leg and close to getting home?
"I wouldn't trade all the tits in the world for your nips." To make it clearer, Karl pushed his t-shirt up and began licking his nipples.
Francesco moaned and pressed his hands down on the back of Karl's neck to keep him there. This fucker had turned his entire body into an erogenous zone, and there was no patch of skin when he touched him with hands, lips, or cock, that didn't make him shiver and want to spread his legs wide to take it.
But this time, he wanted to make Karl talk to him more. The chances were high that once they were back to the real world, they wouldn't see each other ever again. "Karl, is your dad very rich?"
Karl raised his head. "Damn, Cesco, there's only one thing that can make my dick go soft when I'm all over you like this, and that's talking about my dad."
"C'mon, man, you want me to be yours forever. But you don't tell me anything about you."
"I can tell you whatever you want about me, but not him."
"Okay. What's bothering you?" Francesco pressed his fingers against Karl's dark blond eyebrows. "You're frowning a lot."
"We're basically in prison and surrounded by murderers. I don't have any reasons to laugh."
Francesco knew Karl was evasive on purpose. "It looks more like summer camp, and no one actually bothered us since that time with Anya."
Karl snorted. "You don't know anything, Cesco."
"I know that daddy sent Morgan to take care of you," Francesco said right away.
Karl grimaced and managed to undress him so that he could push himself between his legs. Francesco grunted at the familiar sensation of having something blunt pushing against his ass, and hurried to lick his fingers and help. These days, Karl was a bit more patient for him to open himself up a little before fucking him, but right now he didn't appear to be in the mood. He whimpered and pushed against Karl a bit. "It's not that much fun when it hurts."
