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"Lay's elsewhere", the voice was soft and low.
The heat of the night had drawn MacGregor up from the lower deck; his sister lay snoring softly across the way, her hand resting on the large leopard snuggled against her. Quietly, he made his way up onto the main deck, taking in the night air and calm nature, even with the multitude of animals awake around them. He soon found the source of his interest; the scent of warm liquor floated on the heat of the night, lingering in the rich scent of trees and the mugginess of the air.
The simple sentence came when he sat unannounced on the bench next to the far larger man, but instead of shock or worry, MacGregor laughed and took the glass bottle away from the bigger, darker hand and pulled a long draw before handing it back.
"Yeah, that's about it, no wife if I can't consummate and well," the younger male laughed and pushed his sweat-slicked hair back from his forehead; he liked the warmth from the liquor the Skipper kept; it made his stomach settle with a low warmth he hadn't felt in months, not since before his last tryst before a wedding.
"And really, they just don't do it?" The voice was honestly questioning, a thin dark brow raised under the narrow brim of his hat.
MacGregor shrugged as he shook his head, taking the bottle that Frank failed to take a swig from, "No, we get up to a certain point…and then I know that it just won't work" his voice was low and a bit melancholy, taking a long drink before hissing at the burn. "You are… normal then?" The question did not lessen the intense heat in his stomach; if anything, the anticipation made it burn even more. He was sure that if there was more light than the simple lantern, the older male would be able to see the blush, even under the fresh sunburns.
The reaction was quick and sharp as the bigger male jerked back and slid himself further down the bench, "I am not into men if that’s what you’re asking" There was a hint of fear, high and sheer, in his voice, and it caused the boat to rock. Like it had been a knee-jerk reaction, but as he settled, he had a look of shame cross his face, and he cleared his throat.
"I- I wasn't insinuating…." MacGregor was taken aback, and the warm heat turned to a lead weight in his stomach, "Look, I’m sorry, Frank, I was just asking, I know it was silly, and a blind man could tell you and my sister have far more chemistry, " he began to mumble, tripping over his words before taking another long swig, "But… have you ever wondered?" There it was… the family shame. He took in a deep breath, knowing he was in for a painful night one way or another; physical or emotional pain, either, would be something he had become accustomed to.
However, instead of the usual beating and berating, Frank reached over and took the nearly empty bottle, swirling the trace amounts of liquor on the bottom as he held it up to the light. "I won't admit to anything." The way the joking and laughter had left his once-jovial mood did not lessen the weight of the lead in their stomachs. " But I won't say being alone on the river, I haven't had a stray thought," the bigger man coughed and cleared his throat, standing, "I am going to try something… then I am going to go refill this, and when I get back if you are still here… maybe we can do some more, time permitting…" his low deep voice rattled in his throat again as he cleared it and took the final swig.
MacGregor was confused looking up at the tall form; he began to question when his voice died in his throat, and a wide rough hand grabbed his chin, tilted his head up; the press of dry, yet soft lips came crashing onto his, the press was quick when the taller male opened his lips, the sunburnt male opened his lips as well nearly recoiling and sputtering as the warm liquid fell from their mouth into his. A small groan gurgled as he hurried to swallow and press his body forward, trying to follow the kiss as Frank pulled away.
No words were exchanged as the Skipper turned on a heavy heel and walked below deck to refill his flask. He was leaving a now wide-eyed and trembling MacGregor on the bench seat. His thin fingers reached up to touch his lips and the spot on his chin that had felt the scrape of day-old growth.
'Did that really just happen?!’ His mind swam as MacGregor attempted to process what just occurred. ‘ No, this must all have been a dream…. ’ His brain began pursuing other ideas. ‘ Perhaps a snake had bitten me, and now I’m actually lying on the deck as its venom courses through my veins. No one is aware because they had all been asleep the entire time…. ’ His chaotic thoughts kept his mind racing until the sound of heavy boots returned; he swallowed thickly and pushed his hair back, noting then his sweat wasn't only from the wet heat of the jungle.
"You're still here," there was a surprise in the Skipper's voice, like he expected MacGregor to turn down the chance to fool around with the larger-than-life male.
"Uh, yeah, that last drink was a bit watered down." There was just a hint of a flirt to his voice as he tried to keep both the squirming mass of worms in his stomach and the tingling in his toes from affecting his voice or demeanour.
"Was it?" There seemed to be a calm, smooth quality to his voice that also shared the same giddy feeling of flirting, "as one of the best skippers on the Amazon, I cannot have that spreading word of mouth…" he lifted the bottle, and MacGregor could hear how full it was again.
"Without a cup?" The blue-eyed male asked, his eyes ending with mock horror. "Is it not enough? I am expected to drink unmarked-" the playful banter cut short as Frank took a swig and grabbed his chin again, pushing their lips together and pushing the liquid through. The voice once words moaned between the rough press of lips and the hard way the other male coaxed him into a kiss. His hands moved from the bench onto their shoulders, nearly weeping at the feeling of muscles under his fingertips. This one lingered longer than the other; the taste of alcohol between their lips and tongues was almost gone before Frank pulled back and, in what seemed like a daze, touched his lips. Before taking his own drink of alcohol.
"It isn't much different," Frank muttered. It felt like it was more to himself than to his companion, so MacGregor didn't answer, only looked up at the imposing figure before getting the bottle as they sat down next to him and taking his own drink.
"No, kisses are easy…" The warmth settled, and MacGregor felt his determination set as well. He looked up once more at the dark eyes, even darker in the low lamplight. Then he stood and pulled off his outer jacket and vest, leaving his loose shirt, folding them; he took another swig and walked forward, in this position, he had to walk between their knees and barely lift their head to press his lips down and to return the drinking favor. In the moments after the liquid left and the press of lips became a kiss, he pressed himself forward, his member half hard in his loose pants and easy to feel pressed against the broad chest of the Skipper.
Time stopped with the kiss, as Frank went still, his lips stopping as he took in the feeling of… well, clearly a male's dick pressed on his chest, the odd sensations that had been warring before inflamed in his lower stomach.
MacGregor knew when the kiss went still that he fucked up. He knew it was a few seconds until he was thrown away and told to never come near him. He broke the kiss before the bigger male could and whispered, "It's about here when you can tell if you are into it or not. And about here is when I know-"
Frank did not let Mac continue as he used one hand to tangle at the back of their neck and wrapped the other large hand on the smaller hip, pulling them forward and down until they fell atop the broad lap of the seated man. Sputtering against his lips, they seemed to sit in confusion before his hand on their hips rocked them forward, and they could clearly feel that one of the two was far more excited by the kisses.
"This, this doesn't mean I don't still like women", the rough voice came from between the kisses, and MacGregor made a sound low in their throat.
He was caught up in the feeling of someone hard under his lap, trapped in a pant leg, and the rough scrape of beard on there, but he pulled away when they finished speaking, "Frank, this doesn't mean anything more than us finding some relief... I don't think we are destined for anything more." MacGregor's hands moved along the thick jaw and neck of the male below him, a smirk pulling at his lips, before he rocked forward and kissed the rough jaw. "I know some men who like both, I know some women who do too," his voice was low. He hoped it was so, at least more than it usually came out; he nipped their jaw and felt them shiver. The hand on his hip tightened, and the one on his neck tugged at his hair. He wanted to react, but was on a mission as he leaned up to continue his mouth's trek up the jaw to their ear and give a tentative nibble. Both the low groan and instant buck upwards of Frank's hips were exactly what MacGregor was hoping for. Their dick pressing up between them twitched in the thin canvas of both pants between them.
"So this doesn't mean I-" the low, thick quality to Frank's voice had the male in his lap shivering, and another nip on his ear caused the same lightning bolt of heat and pleasure to jolt down his back.
"Means we get each other off. That's it," his voice was just above a whisper into their ear, causing them to buck their hips again. His hands ran along their shoulders, down over the plump pecs that barely hid under the loose shirt, "I have been told I am quite adequate." There was a low undercurrent of uncertainty and insecurity. Still, he hid it by nibbling on the ear and flicking his tongue along the shell, noticing that both of their big hands were on his hips, keeping him down as they bucked up, causing friction of the length still trapped.
"McGregor, like your sister, I’m sure you are far from adequate.” While both regretted the thought of his sister lying beneath deck being brought up, Frank continued, "I am not saying no, but I am saying I have no idea what to do ."
"Let me," he knew he hit the low note as the other male quivered and their hands tightened on his hips again. He nibbled on their ear, smirking as the larger male bucked up at the sensation. He let his mouth play as his hands worked on pulling free the shirt and lifting it up to reach under and test their reaction with a soft press of fingers on a small nipple.
"Shit-" it was unexpected and low, causing the male on his lap to jerk upwards. Frank had tried playing with them before, but the feeling of another's hands sent the same shock reaction that their teeth on his ear had.
MacGregor did not comment as he chuckled and slipped off the lap, one hand working a nipple, his mouth sucking in time as the other free arm moved to work the stiff old button of the skipper's pants. "Lean back, when I put your hand on my head… well," he pulled back and pushed at the broad chest, guiding the bigger male to lean back on the box behind him. "Let's not make a mess," the smirk and, hopefully, obvious innuendo were the smaller male's way of being upfront.
Frank didn't answer. He only swallowed and watched MacGregor lifting his drink to take a swig. Swallowing thickly as the thinner male pulled free the fly and reached within, their hand cool on the heated flesh. "Shit," Frank whispered again and closed his eyes, not daring to look yet as he felt his dick be pulled free and the breeze causing what felt to be a generous amount of pre-cum that had already dribbled from his tip.
"Oh.." MacGregor's voice was soft and caused Frank to open his eyes, blinking at the sight of the dark-haired male between his legs, looking with surprise at his member.
"This is..." MacGregor seemed to start his sentence before he cleared his throat and wrapped a hand around the base and lifted himself. He licked his lips before looking up from the imposing shaft, the exposed expanse of the dark skin of their stomach up to their dark eyes watching him. "You are going to make someone very happy," he spoke with his lips brushing against their tip, spreading the thick, clear liquid across his lips before licking them, "I am about to make you see stars." He looked up at the dark eyes again as he swiped his tongue along the base, drawing a low moan from them. One hand wrapped around their thick base as he worked his tongue once more across the glands, but before the cry could be drawn out from them, he rushed forward and took as much of the girth into his mouth as he could.
"Oh goddess," the loud cry caused a bird in a close tree to shriek and take off into the night. MacGregor would have laughed if he hadn't been focusing on sucking the length deeper, causing Frank only to take notice of the bird and lift one hand to cover his mouth as the other moved back into the black locks of the other male.
Low slurps and stifled groans were the only sounds breaking the quiet calls of frogs and insects on the night air. A pop and groan broke the pattern as the male on the knees pulled back and let the cock rest in the warm air; MacGregor breathed quickly as he blinked upwards, "Do you want me to keep going?" He asked as he gave a kiss to the spit and pre-cum slick dick's side.
"Don't you dare stop… " Frank grunted and took a breath; slightly shocked at the rough command and tone in his words, he removed the hand from his mouth and grabbed the bottle. He took a drink from his bottle and tensed his hips, causing his cock to jerk sideways but also twitch slightly bigger for a moment before relaxing the flex.
With the smirk on his wet lips again, MacGregor opened his mouth as wide as it could, looking up at him and blinking slowly before lowering his mouth on the tip again and groaning lowly at the new pulse of warm pre-cum filling his mouth and dripping along the sides of his lips as he pushed the cock as deep as he could before pulling back and starting a deep rhythm that had him pulling a fraction back to suck in a breath.
Every thrust deeper, joined with the soft hand jerking the amount of length that they could not get into their very willing mouth, caused Frank’s stomach to clench. His head was thrown back, hiding the fact that his hand was not only muffling low moans and grunts but also open and full of his rough fingers, sucking in a mock fashion of the mouth on his dick. His free hand only rested on the dark hair as his hips trembled not to jerk upwards. "Hey, McGregor… I…" he grunted as he felt a few of his toe joints pop as he curled them in his boots. He could feel the end coming quickly.
The dark-haired male popped free and took a few breaths before opening his eyes to look up at Frank, "I was hoping I could truly make you see stars… " he sucked on the side of the cock before licking back up to their tip. Looking down the length and swallowing, he opened his mouth again; before pressing forward, he used the hand not on the base to press on the large one in his hair. "Unless I pull back, keep pushing …."
Frank had not acknowledged much until they were pressing down on his hand and his dick was going back into the slack-jawed mouth; he looked down, feeling his teeth press into his fingers. The sharp points pulled his attention enough that he could finally process what MacGregor had said. Sucking a breath between his wet fingers, he pushed the head down, feeling a slight resistance before the face went willingly down, and more of his length was sucked into the hot warmth of the other's mouth.
"Shit shit shit…." Frank whimpered and bit at his fingers again, his hips quivering under one of their hands as he felt his tip hit the back of their throat; it felt impossibly small and improbable that he would fit any deeper. But the feeling of swallowing and the sudden eye lock of dark lust-blown eyes had him pushing their head deeper and the face forward, crying out louder than he thought he would as his tip pressed past the swallowing muscles as he thrust into their throat. "I- I won't-" the words jumbled and thick, he could feel spit drip from his lip onto his chest, the soft breeze cooling it and the sweat that had soaked his skin.
A low vibration was the only response, and he felt his stomach clench, biting his fingers again. He jolted upwards just a fraction; the answering moan from the other male had him pulling his fingers free from his mouth and using that hand for leverage behind him; he rocked his hips up and deeper, holding the black locks tight as the younger male began to groan and spit dribbled out of the sides. With a low grunt, Frank watched as his length began to disappear further, but he caught himself and let the other male pull back far enough to suck a few hurried breaths through their nose, tongue working for the glands and hands both ferociously working the now nearly entirely spit-soaked length.
"Ready?" He grunted, and MacGregor looked back up and blinked slowly once more.
"I think I won't be able to speak tomorrow…" his voice was rougher, and he tried to clear it. Still, he only whimpered out a laugh, "Let's," was his agreement, rocking forward and opening his mouth again. Still, there was no slow press deep, the hand in his hair tightened, and Frank bucked his hips into the willing mouth, pushing in in one go, grunting loudly as he hit the back of their throat only to jerk their head back roughly. One then two shallow thrusts into their mouth before he was jerking the head down and crying out, trying to keep it in contact between clenched teeth and white-lined lips. He had pressed MacGregor as close to his hips as he could as he felt his stomach clench, and his dick twitched in time with his balls shooting their load into the willing throat. Not pulling back until he felt the final twitches, the dark-haired male began to squirm.
Both sat in silence as the night sounds seemed to flood back into their senses. Frank had lain back on the bench, and his long form was able to lean nearly over the boat as he sucked in long, deep breaths. MacGregor sat back on his butt, his forehead resting on Frank's inner thigh as he too sucked in long breaths, a slight wheeze to his.
"McGregor… I won't lie and say I wish a woman had done that." Frank's voice gave the other male a small start, and he looked up with alarm, but could not cut off Frank as he leaned forward, tucking his spent member back into his pants. "But I can't say that changed my mind on women either-"
"I- I wasn't trying," MacGregor's voice was low and rough, like he was on the tail end of a cold, "I didn't do this to change your mind," he stood and swayed as his blood tried to rush not only to his brain, but to the hard-on that jutted away from his body, "Like I said this was just about fun, and really getting your dick sucked is the same by anyone," by the end of his sentence his voice had nearly disappeared. He tried to clear his throat, motioning for the liquor; he took a drink and handed it back. He tried his best not to adjust himself or bring attention to the nearly painful length in his pants.
"McGregor, you didn't let me finish-"
"Look, there's no need," MacGregor tried his best to wave off the flash of insecurity and angst in his belly. Sure, he expected something in return, but what was the difference from the boys on the rugby team? He could just go to the other side of the boat and jerk one out before going below deck and silently crying himself to sleep. It wasn't the first time, and he knew how to avoid waking his sister.
The Skipper grunted an irritated sound as the now standing made seemed to get lost in their own headspace, their eyes unfocused as they began to bring their hand up to chew on a nail. Frank tried again, "Am I going to-"
"Look, tonight was great, let's just for-" the words turned to a wheeze in the standing male's throat as the far bigger hand of Frank wrapped around his slightly waning member through his pants. "F-frank?"
"Look, just shut up, I would like to try this too," the standing male had to reach out and grasp Frank's shoulder as their knees seemed to buckle. His voice was low, and he tried to show how much it meant to him just to do this.
"You-" again, Mac seemed to be at a loss for words, which didn't diminish as they roughly tugged at the buttons, one popping as the front opened. "Hey, that was-" his raspy voice once again caught in his throat as the far rougher hand reached in and tugged his member free. The feeling of their hand, and how his own had felt on theirs, sent a pang of insecurity jolting through him again. Taunting about his length had just started to come to the sides of his senses, but was quickly shattered at the tentative lick at his head, just barely poking through the other side of the wide fist.
"Yo-ou don't need to do- ah!" Mac's body jerked as his toes lifted him upwards; Frank's hand had let go of his length, and they had sucked his head into their mouth. "Oh god, oh god… I-'' he was far more vocal than the older man, and the soft tongue flicks that he had done to them, in return, made MacGregor moan loudly and twitch his hips forward. His hands on their shoulders, clutching like they were his last lifeline, "Please don't judge-" he gasped out the last part as his hips bucked forward, his dick in their mouth felt like he could keep pushing and never hit the back, the suction soft but the rough bumps of the wide tongue quickly causing him to run at the edge.
"Frank… I don't mind swallowing, but-" whimpered a strangled cry as the bigger male began to bob their head and sucked just a bit firmer. He could feel his knuckles start to turn white, "Oh yes, oh yes," he gasped and leaned forward; he could finally feel his shorter length bump the back of their throat. The sensation of Frank not pulling back sent him over as well; crying out only halfway through the loud call, Frank reached up and shoved a rough hand over his mouth to stop from waking Lilly.
Frank paid the same manner of care to the dick as MacGregor had, cleaning it from both the spit and the thick cum. Humming at the taste, he had had worse, and if the rehardening member in his pants had any say, he enjoyed this part as well.
"Thank you, McGregor," Frank smiled up at the still-shaky-kneed male. "We might have to do this again."
Not only did the words surprise the standing male, but so did Frank standing and giving him another kiss; the mix of their cum and alcohol was odd, but neither would be able to think of the jungle without tasting again.