Page 57 of Totally Wrecked
And take a dip in the cool ocean. The last thing I want is to freak out this probably-straight man when we are trapped together for the foreseeable future.
GRAY
It feels really good.
I’ve never had a reaction like this to a man before. I guess I’ve always presumed I was straight, because I fuckinglovepussy.
But Killian has got me thinking.
Thinking that on some deep level, I may be just a little bit bi.
I’m not going to get thrown off and go all neanderthal about the idea. I’m an open-minded millennial. Fuck, only two (or was it three? I’ve lost count) days ago I was getting the horn for Brooke. And if Rex or Leander told me they were bi, I’d be happy for them. Happy that they were comfortable enough to go for everything they wanted. So in theory, I should tell myself the same, but…
But, OK, I am freaking out a little.
Killian, with his lean torso and long legs, walks back up the beach towards me. The smile he gives me is sweet.
“Turn around,” he says, then puts the cloth back on my shoulder.
I can feel the heat and the sting, and I let him keep tending me. Killian’s breath is warm against the back of my neck. I get goosebumps.
I wonder if Killian can tell the turmoil I am in.
Or the fact that my cock is thickening and pressing against the fly of my shorts.
I close my eyes and all I can hear is the sound of the waves, the trees, and both mine and Killian’s breath. Heavy breaths.
He has to be at least as hard as I am.
And now I don’t know what to do. More than that, I don’t even know what I want. For fucks sake. We are stranded on an island, and I’m thinking about another man’s cock. Is this why pirates were always fucking each other? The sea really does something to the sea-men.
Semen…
I groan and Killian moves away from me, softly passing his hand over my back as he does so. “It looks better now,” he says, then abruptly stands. There is a moment of silence then, “Gray?”
I turn and look at him, indirectly. “Killian?”
His eyes are gentle. “I’ll be here anytime you have a wound needing attention, alright?”
I grunt a reply. I don’t know what the fuck just happened and I can’t handle thinking about it just yet, so I put my mind to another problem—shoes.
“I’m going to make footwear.”
???
Half an hour later a voice behind me makes me jump.
“That fucking stinks, Gray.”
“Hey, man.”
Rex is back. He cocks an eyebrow at the melted plastic rope I’m dangling over the fire.
“I’m going for an espadrille-style sandal,” I tell him. “I’ve been melting the rope and winding it around itself to make a flat soul.”
“Nice, we’re gonna need it. We’ve a trek ahead.”
I stop what I’m doing and swivel to face him. “You saw something?”
