Three Days in May
by Toby Johnston
Chapter 5
I love you…
Ash and I slipped back into his lair with our bag of supplies and a heavy list of orders, warnings, and cautions from dad. No lights. No fire. Stay quiet.
I wasn't quite sure what to do next, but I needn't have worried. I had to drop the heavy duffel bag to catch Ash as he suddenly collapsed into me, his whole body shuddering and shaking. He buried his face deep into my neck. I just wrapped my arms around him tight, holding him close and rubbing his back the exact same way I've always done with the littles at home when they were upset.
"We're going to be okay, Ash. We're getting off the island tomorrow," I whispered into his ear, giving it a playful, affectionate lick—anything to get him distracted.
Ash shivered, a tiny, wet laugh breaking through his tears as he buried his face deeper into my collarbone. "I know," he choked out, his voice thick. "It's just…it's been so fucked up. So overwhelming...until now, I had no idea how to get away. I figured it was just a matter of time until I screwed up and they found me. And then, you saved me."
He couldn't see it in the dark, but my face flushed hot. "I don't know about me saving you. My dad, yeah. Definitely."
He shook his head vigorously against my neck. "No. You did. If you hadn't seen me. If you hadn't befriended me. If you hadn't been so nice and open that I actually trusted you…your dad never would have even known I existed. You saved me."
I pressed a soft kiss to his temple. "I would do anything to protect you, Ash," I said, my own voice getting every bit as thick as his. "From the very first moment I saw you...you're the most beautiful...amazing...brave...resourceful...and, um, well, sexy hot boy in the world."
That finally got me a giggle—a really, incredibly cute giggle. "The second most, you mean," Ash murmured. "You're the most…of all those things…and more."
"I don't know, Ash," I teased playfully, trying to lighten the heavy air. "I mean, yeah, I'm a tall, hot swimmer and all. But you've got all these muscles. You must have fifteen, twenty pounds on me…"
I could feel the shape of his smile form against my neck. "I do get my weight room time in. Had to if I was going to be the star quarterback."
It was my turn to giggle. "Quarterback? The varsity swimmer is falling for the varsity quarterback. God, what a cliché."
Ash froze. He slowly pulled his face back from my neck, locking those intense baby blues right onto mine in the dim light. "Falling for…really?"
Deer in the headlights. Yeah, that was me. At first, all I could do was nod like a total idiot. Then, I finally reconnected my brain to my mouth. "Yeah, falling. Pretty much since Second Boy Kiss , when you kind of dove on me…"
What do you call a smile that literally melts your chest from the inside out? Whatever it is, that's exactly what Ash gave me. "It took you that long? I started falling for Aquaboy at First Boy Kiss …"
"Well, you know, I kind of like to keep my options open…"
Did I mention his muscles? The twenty-odd pounds he had on me? Those muscles definitely pack a punch...as my left shoulder immediately found out.
"Still keeping your options open?" Ash challenged, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
"Most definitely not," I whispered fiercely, leaning back in toward him. "Now I'm trying desperately to figure out how to never let you out of my sight."
His smirk faded, and he let out a heavy, ragged sigh that seemed to rattle through his chest. "Even if—I mean when —we get off this island, I don't think either of us will have much of a say over that."
"Bullshit. We absolutely do. You do. Don't you realize how much power you have right now?" I pulled back, gripping him firmly by the shoulders, locking my eyes onto his. "They need you, Ash. The FBI needs you. You're the one who ties all the evidence back to your dad. If you tell them you want me there, I'm there. They will listen to you. They have no choice."
Ash let the words sink in, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. "Interesting. So, I suppose I need to decide if I actually want you with me."
I proved I could punch just as hard as he could. Just ask his left shoulder.
He laughed, rubbing the spot. "Okay, okay, truce. Signed with a kiss," he murmured, darting in and giving me a really sweet, long kiss.
He started to pull back, but my hand was still cupping the back of his head. I gently guided him back to me. "Can't sign an official truce without a counter-signature."
We ended up with an awful lot of signatories. By the time we finally pulled apart, the air was thick, both of us breathing hard, our bodies pressing and grinding closer together. But as much as I wanted to keep going, I caught myself. I knew I'd talked Ash off the ledge for now, but he was still incredibly fragile underneath the bravado. It was time to exercise one of my actual major skills.
I pulled him into the tent. "Lie down," I whispered, my voice dropping to a calm, soothing register. "I have a surprise for you."
He grinned up at me through the shadows, completely trusting, and let me take charge. I had him roll over onto his stomach. I straddled his hips, resting my weight lightly against him. For a moment, I just looked down at him in the dim, golden light of the tent. Chiseled and powerful, with all that extra weight-room muscle packed onto the exact same height frame as mine, he was entirely my type...and smart, brave, funny.
I started slow. I began by lightly tracing my fingers back and forth across his broad shoulders, then let my hands smooth out, running long, rhythmic strokes up and down the length of his back. I wasn't trying to titillate him; my entire focus was on being a grounding anchor. I let his soft breathing, and the occasional deep, releasing sigh from his chest, be my only guide.
I had him tuck his hands comfortably under his head, then started in on his shoulders and biceps. I worked the dense muscle methodically, cycling back and forth with a steady, repetitive rhythm. I actually knew what I was doing. Between getting massages for swimming and doing some intense study sessions with my buddy, Cameron, I'd become a fairly accomplished, if entirely unlicensed, masseur.
Ash let out a little grunt of pure regret when my hands finally moved away from his shoulders.
"Gotta keep moving," I whispered down at him, a small smile tugging at my lips. "Otherwise, you'll fall asleep before I even get a chance to roll you over."
I scooted down a bit as I shifted my focus to his lower back, resting my weight lightly against his upper thighs. It was a tactical error, because I kept getting completely distracted by the way his butt flexed every time I worked my hands up his spine, pressing hard out to the sides as I went.
Focus, focus, I ordered myself. I was sort of successfully listening.
When I started moving lower, though—fully planning to shift my attention down to his muscled glutes—Ash suddenly called an audible. The moment I lifted my weight to move, he slid his legs out, spun quickly underneath me. Before I could even process the shift, his hands came up to frame my face, his fingers gently tracing my cheeks as he locked his eyes onto mine in the dim light of the tent.
He slid one hand behind my neck, softly pulling my face down until our noses were almost touching, tip to tip.
"Gray," he whispered, his eyes wide and piercing in the dark. "I meant it when I said I really liked you. That I was falling for you. I know you feel the same way. I want to make love. Now. You and me. I want you to be my first."
A powerful shudder went all the way through me. I wanted this—more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.
We had both admitted to falling for each other, and we both meant it from the bottom of our hearts. In just a short time, our kisses had evolved from tentative, fragile things into a deeply passionate, desperate hunger. Maybe it was just our age, or maybe it was the sheer intensity of the madness swirling around us on this island, but the air between us felt thick and electric.
I took a slow, steadying breath. "Ash, are you totally, totally sure? There's only one first. I would love nothing more than for it to be me, but…"
He placed a single finger over my lips, gently cutting me off, and cocked his head. His eyes grew incredibly steady. "Gray. I don't want to be dramatic, but I might not get another chance. My dad, my own dad , already tried to off me, like your dad said. This whole extraction tomorrow...it could go violently sideways. Then no one knows what happens after we leave this island. So…no buts. Please. Let us have tonight. I know exactly what I want."
I knew better than to argue or ask him twice. I'd learned that much about him over the course of this crazy day. I already knew what that determined, set jaw meant.
I smiled, leaning in to give him a tender, lingering kiss. A breathless little giggle escaped me; even though this wasn't my first time, the anticipation was completely overwhelming. Ash was just so incredibly special.
"I want to make love with you so badly, Ash. You to me, and me to you," I whispered, looking down at him so he could see the absolute certainty in my eyes. "But it's your first time, I want you to make love to me first. Set the pace, follow your instincts...however it feels right to you. I am completely yours."
Ash smirked. He knew exactly what he wanted—like he'd said, he'd waited a long time for this to happen, and he'd had plenty of time to think about it. Plenty of time to dream. Reaching up, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down tight against his chest, effortlessly flipping us over using every single pound of that weight-room muscle.
Now hovering over me, he untied his surfer shorts and shimmied out of them, his thick cock standing tall in the dim light. Then he reached down for mine; I lifted my hips off the sleeping bag, and he hauled my shorts away, tossing them into the corner of the tent.
Then he paused. He just stayed there, hovering over me, his blue eyes sweeping up and down as he took me all in. The weight of his gaze made my skin tingle. I reached up, running a hand flat across the smooth, heavy warmth of his chest—I just needed to touch him, to ground myself.
He scooted forward, bringing our cocks together, capturing them both in his hands and stroking them gently. His breathing was heavy now, a little ragged and stuttering in the quiet of the tent.
"Take your time," I whispered, looking up into his eyes. "Make it last. Ease off when you need to, just like we did this morning."
He nodded, grinning, and whispered, "So beautiful…Gray, you're so beautiful."
I blushed, breaking into a silly grin myself.
My eyes followed him as he leaned over, reached into his duffel bag, and pulled out a bottle of lube.
"You've been on the run for three weeks, and you still have lube left?" I laughed in disbelief, my breath hitching as he popped the cap.
"Second bottle, and it's already half empty," he snickered, a wicked grin flashing in the dim light.
I pulled my legs up, watching as he poured a generous puddle onto his fingers and slicked himself up. I kept my head lifted slightly, watching him over my own throbbing cock, both of us framed perfectly by my bent knees. He circled my tight hole, and then gently pushed his finger inside my pucker.
"Point towards…" I started to say, but I stopped. He didn't need direction. He found it instantly, pressing right against my walnut bump of nerves. I arched up off the sleeping bag, a soft, helpless moan tearing from my throat as I spread my legs as wide as they could go.
Ash's eyes were completely glued to where his finger was working me open, his breathing turning shallow and heavy. Every few seconds he'd flick his eyes up to mine, smiling and blowing me a quick, breathless kiss before looking right back down at his work. One finger became two, and then became three. I winced slightly as the third slid in, but I took a deep breath, relaxed my hips, and pushed out against his hand. Every athlete knows the importance of stretching—I was ready, and Ash was ready.
He looked giddy, a beautiful, excited grin breaking across his face as he scooted forward. His hand was wrapped tightly around his thick cock, his shaft and heavy head glistening with a mix of lube and his own thick pre-cum. But as he got close, he paused. He looked up at me, his eyes wide and questioning, silently asking for permission. It was like he was terrified I might suddenly change my mind.
I flipped the script on him. "Don't you dare think of reconsidering, Quarterback ," I growled playfully. "If you try to run out of this tent right now, I'll tackle you, tie you down, and sit on your cock anyway."
He snorted, a breathless laugh breaking his tension. "Wouldn't dream of reconsidering, Gray. Just wanted to make sure you were completely ready for me."
" Now ," I hissed.
He happily obliged. I shuddered, a full-body gasp ripping out of me the second the blistering hot tip of his cock touched my stretched pucker. He pushed forward, and I pushed back against him, meeting him halfway. He slid right in. It was tight—super fucking tight—but I didn't even need to touch his hips to slow his entry. My body opened up for him, taking his thickness until he slid all the way in to the hilt, his soft pubes brushing right against my butt.
"Fuck, Gray," Ash choked out, his eyes blown wide as his entire frame trembled above me. "You're so warm. So tight...so, so fucking squishy inside."
I giggled, the sheer fullness of him stretching me out in the best way possible. "Fuck, Ash, you're so huge. I've never..."
He paused, blinking down at me. "I thought you'd done this before?"
"Yeah," I panted, wrapping my legs a little tighter around his waist. "But never with anyone near as big and thick as you are."
Ash just looked incredibly proud of himself, a smug, dominant grin breaking through his breathless expression. Right on cue, I felt his thick cock flex deep inside my ass. I tried to clench my already stretched pucker around him, hoping he could feel the squeeze. The ragged moan that tore out of him and the way his eyes fluttered shut was a definite yes.
He managed to blink his eyes open and refocus on me, giving me another hesitant, questioning look. "Can I..."
Time to completely unleash my man. "Ash. What did I just tell you?"
He looked utterly confused. I think with his cock buried deep inside me, he was physically incapable of thinking back five seconds, let alone five minutes.
"Fuck me now," I giggled, the vibration of my chest pressing against his. "However you want. As long as you want. As fast or as slow as you want. This is my present to you, Quarterback . No more questions. Just do it."
He did.
He slowly, agonizingly, pulled back, dragging his thick shaft out until just his heavy head was still resting inside my wet pucker. And then, equally slowly, he thrust all the way back in. Two, three, eighteen times, he slow-fucked me. He wasn't being cautious; he was completely reveling in the new sensations, millimeter by blistering millimeter. My hands roamed all over his powerful chest and abs, feeling the steel-corded muscles flexing and working beneath his skin with every single stroke.
"I can feel you squeezing, Gray," he murmured in total wonder, his chest heaving as he buried himself to the hilt again. "Around my cock, I mean…oh wow, that feels…so fucking intense…"
I arched off the sleeping bag, my breath hitching hard as his heavy head grazed right against my prostate. "Unngh...oh yes...so intense, Ash...feels so awesome...you, me...team..."
Then I caught that specific glint in his eye I'd seen earlier, followed by that wicked little smirk. He rolled forward, shifting his weight more up and over me. He grabbed my legs and rotated my hips up, pinning my knees all the way back by my head. I had to slide my hands down to his forearms—his biceps and triceps locking into solid stanchions of muscle to hold his weight up. God, I loved how powerful he was.
He paused for just a few agonizing seconds, fully buried inside me to the root. Then he went into action.
The slow-fucking was entirely over. He started driving into me rapidly, his whole body a coordinated, undulating mass of muscle aimed entirely at pounding his thick cock deep inside my ass. I lay trapped underneath him, cushioning his weight as he bottomed out with a heavy slap against my cheeks each time. It might have been his very first time, but his body possessed an effortless, primal rhythm—a natural athlete driven by pure instinct.
Ash had me tightly folded, my cock right in my face, only a few inches from my chin. It was rock hard, swaying like crazy with the brutal vibration of each heavy thrust. It was so fucking erotic—a taboo, visual turn-on I'd never experienced or even thought of before. My own hot, slick pre-cum was splattering everywhere under the force of his rhythm, landing on my chest, my neck, and even across my lips. It was a constant, leaking flow that Ash was literally milking out of my body.
Above me, Ash was looking straight down at the chaos he was causing, his face a beautiful combination of raw intensity and sheer awe. A heavy sheen of sweat covered his skin, dripping from the tip of his nose to join the messy pool of pre-cum on my chest. He looked so breathtakingly beautiful. So happy. So undeniably powerful.
I knew he wouldn't last much longer at this relentless, bruising pace. His breathless whimpers, squeals, and ragged moans were rapidly intensifying, telling me he was right on the precipice. Time for my final checkmate move.
Reaching around my own pinned knees, I grabbed my throbbing shaft and started stroking myself hard, matching his rapid rhythm. I was going to cum before he did. I was going to ensure he felt my slick pucker violently spasming out of control around his heavy, thick cock while he was still buried to the root. I was going to use my own orgasm to drag Ash right over the edge with me in the most intense way humanly possible.
I did.
"Ash... Ash ...I'm gonna...soon..." I choked out a frantic warning as the white-hot tingling started deep under my balls.
"Me...too...me t—" he huffed, a desperate whine ripping from his throat as his control shattered, and he started jack-rabbiting wildly in and out of me.
"Fuck…yes… faster …" I screamed, crunching my abs tight and pulling my face even closer to my own cock. Eyes wide, I watched my slit flare open. My entire body spasmed. I opened my mouth just as the first thick rope slung out, landing right on my tongue and trailing hot down my chin.
Second, third, and fourth shots painted my face, blinding me as I jerked upward with every violent convulsion. My hand yanked down brutally on my shaft, forcing each spasm to shoot further and harder. Simultaneously, my clenched sphincter locked into a crushing, rhythmic vise around Ash's buried cock. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see. My brain completely short-circuited into pure pleasure, though I could still feel the blazing heat of my own cum hitting my neck, then plastering my chest.
Trapped in that tight internal grip, Ash pumped furiously, a guttural, primal cry erupting deep from his throat as he drove in with one last, bruising thrust. His entire body went totally rigid. His thick cock flexed and throbbed violently inside me as he finally unleashed, pouring his load deep into my ass. Even buried to the root, his hips instinctively thrust with each heavy shot—six, seven, eight times before finally slowing. Slowing, but still twitching. Gradually easing into the quiet.
" Ah— Gray...yes... jeez ..." he whispered against my ear, his chest heaving weightily against mine. His breath was ragged, his eyes wide.
Still buried deep inside me, he carefully rocked back, easing my weight down and lowering my hips back to the sleeping bag. His hands came up to frame the sides of my face. "You're an absolute mess," he giggled, his eyes softly surveying the splatter painted all over my skin.
I saw his tongue snake out just before he leaned down, slowly swiping a warm path up my cheek, then pressing his lips to mine for a deep, lazy kiss. Again and again, he gently cleaned my face, sharing my cum with me each time.
Slowly, he shifted from the wet tracking to soft, delicate kisses against my lips, then pulled back just enough to look me dead in the eyes. "I saw you pull your cock right up to your face," he smirked, a wicked little glint returning to his eyes. "You made this mess on purpose, didn't you?"
I wasn't sure if he could see me blush in the dim, shadowed light of the tent, but he definitely caught my eyes flicking down in instant embarrassment. I struggled to find an answer that didn't make me sound completely weird. "I...um...well..."
"Gray, Gray, Gray...no, hey, look at me. Don't be embarrassed," he whispered urgently, pressing his forehead against mine. "If you want it, do it. Fuck, Gray, it was so incredibly hot. Watching you do that is exactly what put me over the edge."
I breathed a massive sigh of relief, my shoulders finally relaxing completely under his weight. "My slit was just right there, and you were driving into me like crazy," I giggled, the lingering aftershocks of the orgasm making my voice wobble. "I was kind of completely out of control. That was the most intense...amazing...I've never..."
I trailed off, still physically incapable of putting together a fully coherent sentence.
Ash stared down at me for a long beat, his expression softening into something incredibly tender. "I'm still hoping I don't wake up and find out this was all a dream, Gray. This whole day. It's just been so...so special. I...you..."
I nodded, reaching out to tangle my fingers tightly with his. "Me too, Ash. I'm just completely blown away. My head is swirling. Remember what I told you earlier about falling? Well…I was wrong. I've fallen. Hard. I love you."
A beautiful, sweet, ear-to-ear smile spread across his face. He nudged forward, his nose gently caressing mine. "I love you too, Gray. I've known it since that first boy kiss."
We stayed like that for a long while, wrapped up in a tight, private Ash-Gray cocoon, trading soft, lazy kisses. Eventually, he carefully rolled off me, our bodies separating with a slick, heavy sigh. We immediately turned to face each other, lying side by side on the narrow sleeping bag.
"So...I did okay for my first time?" he whispered against my lips. He was trying to sound playful, but I could hear the genuine, quiet vulnerability hiding right beneath the surface. He genuinely cared what I thought.
"Okay? No, not okay. Amazing. Incredible. Stupendous ," I whispered back instantly, letting him feel the conviction in my voice. "Ash, I mean it. You know I've done stuff before. But never, never like this. Not even close. God. From the very beginning—this was so special. It was so fucking powerful, but it was so much more than physical. I felt your love."
Right on cue, I watched that beautifully proud, smug quarterback look wash right back over his face.
We fell asleep that way— Quarterback and Aquaboy . Our legs remained tangled, our sticky bodies pressed tightly together as the tent cooled down around us. We held each other close, noses almost touching in the dark, breathing from the exact same little space of air.
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