Bradys' POV

They were laying side by side on Tanner's bed. Both completely nude and sweaty from their fuck session. Fingers intertwined, Tanner had his chin resting on Brady's shoulder. A slight breeze blew through the window. Bringing in the smell of sand and surf, and something that reminded Brady of mechanized rubber. Opening his eyes, he raised his head and looked down at his lover. Softly smiling, Tanner seemed to be asleep. His darkly tanned chest rose and fell heavily. Grinning, he couldn't blame him. He was just as tired. He had been more sexually active in the past couple of days than he could remember during a whole week with a girl that would put out. Girls just didn't like foreplay. At least on an uncut guy like himself.

Staring down at Tanner's soft member, Brady lightly sat up. Gently he pulled his hand away from Tanner's. Deciding he was actually asleep, he scooted off the bed and looked out the window. The view was spectacular. Off to the right, the shoreline curved along the raised land where the lighthouse stood on vigil. He frowned, knowing he'd have to find a way to sneak in there with Mac and get home. A pang of guilt made him look back at Tanner. He wanted him to come with them. Though Tanner said he wouldn't miss his parents, he found that hard to believe. Still smiling softly, Brady walked over and stood next to the tanned guy. He was perfect. Not too tall or short, toned body, great white teeth, sweet personality and not overly macho, a singer, and a big uncut cock surrounded by a natural bush.

He knelt by the bed, staring closely at the soft cock. It laid across his right thigh, somewhat red with overuse. Raising his hand, he made to cup it but was distracted by a shadow crossing over Tanner's body. Whipping his head around, he gazed at the window in alarm. Standing, he shuffled over to the window as quickly and quietly as possible. Peering outside it, he couldn't make anything out. There was a shadow off to the left, but the window pane limited his vision. Reaching over, he pulled on the latch but it didn't budge. Glancing to it, he realized it was locked. Again, movement came from the side. By the time he had unlocked it and threw open the window, whatever had been out there was gone.

Standing atop the bed, he put one foot outside when he heard Tanner stir. As he looked back towards him, he noticed he was still completely nude. His cheeks burned as he realized he had been about to step out onto the roof where anyone could see his state of dress. By the time he had jumped down onto the floor, Tanner was sitting up and staring at him with concern. Searching the floor, he grabbed his clothes and started to dress quickly. Tanner scooted over to the edge and dropped his feet to the floor. Glancing at him, he smiled and pulled his shorts up.

"What's wrong pal?" he asked softly.

Even in the dire situation, he smirked at the word. Tying his short strings, he leaned in and kissed him hard on the lips.

"Nothing. I have to go see about something real quick." He said.

Seeing Tanner's face fall, it was clear he was afraid he was being abandoned. Sighing, he looked out the window again and noticed a figure heading off toward the east. The only person that it could be was one of the scientists' from the lighthouse. Letting out a breath of air knowing he still had time, he turned back and smiled at Tanner. Something in his eyes must have calmed him, because Tanner seemed to relax. Grinning he stepped back over and leaned down. Tanner reached out and pulled him onto his lap. The movement was so fast he felt a little stunned as he looked into his eyes.

"I care for you a lot…Brady" Tanner whispered into his ear, kissing neck.

Brady felt a little speechless. This guy was doing something that was definitely intended to turn him on. It was something he had done before. What had he done to this sweet guy he had met. Below, he felt something poking at his shorts. Smirking, he turned back to him with raised eyebrows. Looking embarrassed, Tanner released his arms and looked away. His hands flew over his crotch, which instead landed on top of Brady's. Laughing, Brady realized Tanner had meant to place his hands in front of his own crotch to hide his arousal. Ears turning dark, Tanner wouldn't meet his eye

"Sorry." Tanner muttered, his original attitude resurfacing.

"Don't say sorry. We're teen's dude." He laughed, and ground his ass down into him.

Tanner unconsciously thrust upward. The hardness seemed to expand greatly in just that one movement. Brows crinkling, Tanner made to scoot back from Brady with shame.

"Let me take care of it for you real quick." He grinned.

Before Tanner could reply, Brady slid off his lap and turned. Crouching, he placed his knees on the floor. No longer restricted, the thick meat bounced and pointed up at a vertical angle. Grabbing his calves, he pulled Tanner until his toes touched the floor and his nuts hung off the side of the bed. Smirking, he glanced up and made eye contact as he leaned in and gave the sac a lick. Tanner's dick jumped with the contact. A glazed expression overcame his face as Brady sucked them gently into his mouth.

With a moan, Tanner let his back fall to the mattress. Lifting his arms, he stretched them until he could grab hold of Brady's hair. Fists full of hair, he pulled Brady up and onto his swollen cock. Glancing up, he smirked at Tanner's closed eyes. Lowering his head, his lips pushed back his foreskin and then wrapped around the base of the head. Pushing his tongue into the slit, he reached up and inserted a finger into Tanner's hole. Gasping, Tanner thrusted his hips upward, burying the rest of his member inside Brady's hot mouth. Releasing his hair, Tanner squeezed his own nipple and used the other hand to place at the back of his head, keeping it in place.

"Yeah, suck my dick Brady." Came Tanner's deep voice.

Instantly, Brady felt his half hard cock grow to full mast. That was the dirtiest thing he had ever heard from Tanner. Putting more effort into it, he deep throated him, but couldn't go as far as he wanted. His dick was just too damn thick. After a few moments, Tanner pushed Brady's face away and stood up abruptly. Again, he reached down and pulled harshly at Brady's hair. Hissing, he rose met his lips. Tanner pushed his tongue inside Brady's mouth, and slowly walked forward, causing him to walk backward. A couple steps later and he felt his back press against a wall, tugging at his shorts. Mouth turning into a smile, Tanner pulled back and stared down as the shorts fell to the floor.

Brady watched as Tanner pulled his cock until it horizontal from his body. Leaning in, Tanner stuck his tongue out. Grinning, Brady mirrored him. Both tongues met before Tanner forced his into his mouth. Reaching down, he pushed down on Tanner's thick shaft until the head pressed against his own. Feeling his foreskin being pushed to the base of his dick, he glanced down. Pushing Tanner's foreskin back, he watched as Tanner rolled Brady's back up and finally over Tanner's head. Hands crossed, Tanner slowly stroked Brady, and Brady Tanner's.

"Faster." Muttered Tanner, his movements becoming jerky.

Feeling his own orgasm building, he gripped harder and stared into Tanner's hazy gaze. Lips twitching, Tanner leaned forward. Quickly he met the kiss, and stroked even faster. Still holding onto the shaft, he wrapped his arm around Tanner's neck and grinned as Tanner let out a cry and shook. Hot liquid pressed at the head of his cock. Cum filled the area between their cock heads, their foreskins keeping the liquid hot and confined. Eyes bulging, he followed suit. Groaning, he shot his load, mixing their seed. It felt as if electricity shot through his body.

"Brady." Tanner whispered.

No longer able to hold back the flood, Tanner and he released their hold at the same time. White liquid fell heavily to the floor. Cocks twitching and throbbing, they stared down at the mess on the carpet. Shaking his head, Tanner looked up and then away, a blush creeping up his face. Brady, pulled him back in and kissed him on the neck. Knowing it would still be too sensitive, he reached down and yanked at Tanner's length. Laughing, he pulled his hips back, trying to get his cock out of reach. Relenting, he sighed and kissed him on the cheek.

"I'm going to get some towels to clean that up." Tanner said, giving Brady's sweaty ass a slap playfully.

"Hey now!" he laughed, following him into the hall.

Instead of turning into the bathroom, Tanner paused and then headed towards the end of the hall. Tanner turned back and winked at him as Brady entered the bathroom. After peeing, he exited and headed back to the bedroom, towel in hand to clean up the mess. Crouching, he wiped up the darkened wet spots on the floor. Finished, he stood. Feeling much happier, he tried to think of why he had headed over to the window in the first place. Glancing around, he picked up his shorts and slipped them on without noticing the shadow that fell over the window.

Tanners' POV.

On the way to the bathroom to get a towel, he remembered that he was going with Brady tonight. Sighing, he changed his course and headed for the kitchen. Walking up to a cabinet, he opened and pulled out a piece of paper. Sitting down at the table, he grabbed a pen and thought about what to write. It was strange, he felt love for his parents but couldn't remember when they said they'd be home. Having a feeling he wouldn't be away for long, he wrote down that he loved them. Also, that he would be back before school started in September. Satisfied, he stood and walked over to the hall closet. Pulling out a tote bag, he walked back to his room.

Brady wasn't there so he just assumed he was still in the bathroom. Going through his drawers, he picked out a few of his best clothes and put them inside before putting his arms through the straps of the bag. Sitting on the bed, he waited for Brady to join him. Standing, he walked back through his room and into the hall. Looking down at the bottom of the bathroom door, he noticed the light was off. Thinking this strange, he knocked and called out to him. Turning the handle, he opened the door and turned on the light. There was no one in there. Frowning, he turned and walked back into his room.

At that point, he noticed the window was open and that the bed was off center. Hurrying over, he looked out and stared around. Movement caught his eye down by the neighbor's driveway. A van was rocking from side to side as it pulled out onto the road. A flash of blond came from behind a window. Freezing, he stared down at the van, too scared to look away. Suddenly, the window shattered and Brady's blond haired head poked through. He gave a strangled shout as someone hit him from behind. Head lolling, the van accelerated and headed out of view.

Coming to his senses, he looked around and grabbed a pair of shoes and a shirt. Pulling his bag off his should, he drew the shirt over his head. He stumbled out of the room attempting to put on the shoes, but on the wrong foot. Growling, he came to a halt and put them on the correct foot. Sprinting out the door, he just had time to notice the van turning down the only road in the distance off to the left. The only thing that was down that lane was the lighthouse. Knowing he couldn't go alone, he ran to find his friends from Big Mama's.

Inside, he saw Lela crying and talking to a group of people. Running up to them, he had to bend over and breathe. It occurred to him this was the first time that he could remember ever feeling scared about anything. Still panting, he listened as Lela told them how Mac was pulled into a van and drove away before anyone could stop it. Startled, he straightened and walked quickly over to the group. Relating his story, they all look stunned.

"How do we find them?" Lela cried.

"They're at the lighthouse! I saw it turn down the road." He exclaimed.

"Rioght, well, every one of you's pick a bika and we'll get em." Said Butchy from the side.

The crowd pushed and shoved until they were outside. Off in the horizon, dark clouds were forming as the sun met the sea with slight flashes of light. Tanner couldn't wait for the mass of people to come outside. Frustrated, he took off on foot, ignoring the shouts from behind him. Cutting across the beach, the road curved around and he found the pavement once more. There was a roar from behind and he slowed. Six bikes passed him. One slowed and Butchy reached out an arm. Heaving, he grabbed it and slung himself behind the lead biker. The bike roared and accelerated forward, causing Tanner to wrap an arm around Butchy's chest.

Leaning to the side, he watched as the others came to a halt as two figures stood by the very van that had abducted Brady. Butchy's bike pushed forward and came to a halt as the van's sliding door was opened. Inside, Mac was gagged and was pulling at her hands and feet. She kept glancing over at Brady, whose eyes were closed and gave no movement. Blood covered the right side of his face. Feeling his heart stop, Tanner shook and looked at Brady. A rumble of thunder echoed overhead. Something he had heard when listening to Brady and Mac's argument came to mind as a louder rumbling sound came from the lighthouse. It was important that they had to be in the water as the storm passed.

"Make a distraction." Tanner whispered into Butchy's ear.

Though he didn't say anything, he gave a slight nod. Tanner slid off the bike and walked between the other bikes, making sure to stay out of sight of the two guys watching over the van. A roar from the left caused everyone to look over. Almost before the roar ended, there was an explosion of thunder and lightning. Glancing up, he noticed the clouds had turned almost black. The sun had set and the winds began to pick up. Finally making his way over to Lela, he tugged at her arm and motioned for her to follow. Nodding, she slipped off the bike.

"We're going to sneak around and get inside the van. The others are going to cause a distraction. I'll get in the driver's seat and try to drive off. You close the sliding door and free Mac and Brady." He said, his voice cracking at Brady's name.

She raised an eyebrow, but nodded. The other bikers revved their own engines and made as if to run the two guys down. The men had originally been smug, but as the bikes pressed in, they started to fidget. A thunderous boom crashed from overhead, making Tanner and Lela cover their ears. Finally making the circle, they snuck behind the guys and stepped into the van. Even in the low light, Mac's eyes were wide, and tears ran down her cheeks. Biting his lip, he scooted over to Brady.

"I thought you were going to get in the driver's seat." Lela whispered.

He knew this, but he had to look closer at Brady. Lifting his head, Tanner's hand shook wildly as he peered into the red stained face of his love. Ripping a piece of his shirt off, he brought it up and wiped away as much as he could. With another bright flash from overhead, he was able to make out the source of Brady's injury. Letting out a cry of relief, there was just a cut that sliced his cheekbone where the window and his head and come into contact. There was a shout, and Tanner looked up to see the men staring at them. Cursing, Tanner leapt into the driver's seat.

Having only ever driven twice, he started the van and messed around with the gear shift as Lela jumped to the side and slide the door closed just before one of the guys pulled out something from his jacket. Off to the right, the lighthouse started to glow, with a loud hum resonating from within. Glass broke as he finally figured out how to put the van into drive. Lela moved back and untied Mac as another window broke. Tanner cried out, feeling a pain from his right leg. Tears trailed down his cheeks as it felt like his leg was on fire. A flash of light and the tone of the hum from the lighthouse reached a higher pitch. Something grabbed his right hip.

"Get to the water." Brady rasped from behind.

"Hang on!" Tanner shouted to the others in the back.

The van shook is Tanner plowed down the western side of the hill the lighthouse was on. Years ago, the hill had been changed so the slope was gradual in case any ships were to hit land and crash into jagged rocks around the base of the lighthouse. Moving his right leg over, it hurt too much and he wasn't able to press his foot against the brake pedal. Crashing into the water, he fell forward in a way that protected him from smashing into the steering wheel. Mac and Lela screamed, while Brady let out a soft chuckle. Lela opened the sliding door on the other side of the van. Mac jumped out and landed in water up to her thighs. Tanner opened the driver's door and tried to stand. Lela stood on the floor of the van and watched as Brady stumbled, and dropped one foot to the water.

Tanner yelped, reaching down and looking at his leg. Brady looked at him, and then at his leg. Still with a foot on the floor, he reached around and pulled at Tanner. Grunting, he bit his lip and leaned forward. Falling, the wet water washed over him as Brady finally stepped off the van and into the water as a flash of light and a boom of some distant noise that crashed over him. Tanner had one last look at the lighthouse from under the water. The pain from his leg seared into his body, as he fell into blackness.