Chapter 10

Month: December

"I can't believe we've been here for seven months," K said thinking out loud. "Seven fucking months…"

Hiro looked up from a bowl he was carving out of a large piece of driftwood. "Seven is a lucky number."

"Lucky my ass," K barked and stuffed a piece of fish in his mouth. "I'm sick of this island, I'm sick of coconuts, I'm sick of this fish. There's been more rain in the last month that I think I'm going to drown on land!"

"It's just that time of year, a change of seasons," Hiro offered patiently.

"How can you be so calm? We've had to repair our shelter a million times," K griped.

Hiro sighed at K's agitation. "Why are you complaining now? What's wrong with you?"

"Fucking nothing, nothing…"

The redhead shrugged and with a flint stone as sharp as a knife he carved out the last of his new project. "Look I finished it," Hiro said, holding up an awkward looking bowl, "It'll hold three times the amount of water than the coconuts."

"Who cares?" K muttered.

That's it! Hiro threw the bowl down. "Stop being such a jerk!"

K looked up surprised but said nothing.

"Seriously go jack off somewhere and get it over with. You're driving me fucking crazy!" Hiro hollered his brows furrowed in anger.

K narrowed his eyes at Hiro then, "You know, maybe I wouldn't need to jack off if someone wasn't fucking teasing me so much!"

Hiro didn't know what to say. "I…I…you," he stuttered.

"That's right; you can't make up your mind. One minute you kiss me…the next you act like shit all happened. Every night we cuddle like an old married couple and it's driving me nuts!" K snapped. Quickly he moved towards Hiro and pinned him down. The next second he crushed his lips to Hiro's almost painfully. Beneath him Hiro struggled.

K pulled back a moment later and before he could catch his breath he got socked in the face by a hard right. Landing on his back from the force, blood poured from K's nose. He grunted in pain with his eyes squeezed shut, "Fuck that hurt!"

"That's what you get for being an asshole," Hiro muttered, grabbing his spear and storming off.

Sitting up K wiped at his face and made a disgusted sound at the sight of his blood. He was still feeling furious but he knew better to leave it alone. Hiro was right he totally deserved it. K thought for a moment to just lay there and let himself bleed to death, but he chuckled at his own stupidity. "Now you've gone and stirred things up," he told himself.

K watched Hiro's retreating form in the distance. The man was going spear fishing to cool off. Damn, why was he letting himself get this way? Even if his words had been a little harsh towards Hiro, they weren't all wrong. It was like Hiro was playing him on. And everyday K found himself wanting Hiro more each day. He'd never felt more lovesick in his life. Or at least it had been so long since he felt that way.

Or maybe he was just deprived?

He knew this was why he was so cranky; it was like having a hot juicy steak waved in front of him. But everytime he tried to grab it, some force pulled it further away. After that happened for three months, it got extremely frustrating! K didn't know if Hiro was coming or going. Why was he so hesitant? Surly he'd been with a guy before, who hasn't experimented, K thought. He had, but then he'd gotten married to a woman and forgot about that stuff.

Maybe he just doesn't like me like that. K sighed, it was so confusing.

Now Hiro would be gone for the day, honing his skills with the spear and he'd have nothing to do. They didn't really need anything, they had tons of dried fruit, coconuts filled with collected water from vines and corked with wood plugs. K poked at the fire and wondered what he was going to do with himself. Gah! Life got boring out here sometimes.

K spotted, what used to be Yuki's pants. Only now it was a series of holding pouches that hung on their more elaborate shelter. It had walls on either side now, built with larger pieces of wood that they burned down at the base. Hiro had found he could also use the guitar strings to cut things with, like branches. K had been persistent about building a stronger shelter that wouldn't get blown down everytime a storm rolled in. Each pouch had some treasure in it; one had a few handfuls of wild rice that Hiro discovered growing not so far away. They'd spent a day collecting the purplish plant with black coloured rice on it. Another pouch had salt, pure reddish brown sea salt, which they found could be collected in coconuts after the ocean water evaporated. The parachute came in handy; with it they created a huge net. They made binding with it, head gear and still there was tons left. Right now it was being used to sleep on.

He worried that they might even have to use it for clothing, seeing as their shorts were becoming holey and worn. Hiro's shoes where long done in by wear and tear, even his own belt had become useless, since the loops had broken on his pants. Often they ran around naked just to conserve the clothing. But it was so hot most of the time it didn't matter much, and simply they just didn't care anymore.

They'd even built a fire reflector, a short wall of wood that situated in front of the lean-to, which would keep more heat inside. It also proved to make smoking fish easier and made it simpler to hang items, which only reminded K of fish again. Man, he was sick of fish. And K began to think about hunting down one of those wild boars. It was a matter of survival after all.

He'd have to think about it a little more, getting one would be tricky and he had to consider some method that would work.

K took a handful of water and washed his bloody face. His eyes landed on the notches he made on the same piece of wood that he refused to replace.

Seven months…

Their birthdays had passed months ago. They'd drank the last bottle of rye on his birthday, which was a few weeks after Hiro's, K recalled. He smiled, they had gotten completely smashed and danced around a beach bon fire waving huge fern leaves, which they burned and made fireflies in the night sky. But then it dawned on K that seven months made it December…Christmas. He sighed, immediately he thought of Michael again. As usual he felt that twist in his stomach, it hurt but what could he do?

There hadn't been a single plane, or boat or any sign of outside human contact.

Chirp

Chirp

K looked up and saw the Macaw. The scarlet bird was perched on the reflector wall.

"Hello Redwing, what do you want? Have you come by to laugh at the fool?" K muttered the name they'd given their new friend.

The bird garbled something at him.

K reached into a pouch containing dried banana slices, he hand fed the bird a piece. Ever since that day Hiro left that mango for the animal, it'd come by their camp almost everyday. Each time they fed it and after a few months it wasn't scared of them anymore. Hiro tried to get it to speak. But K teased and said that maybe Japanese was too difficult for it. He chuckled now at the thought.

"Can you say your name…Redwing," K encourage in English.

But the bird only cocked his head at him like he was a dunce.

K pursed his lips at the cocky animal and reached over for another piece of banana. He held out his arm and waved the delicacy out for the beast. "You have to come here to get it," he told the bird.

Of course it didn't take long for the bird to fly over and perch on his outstretched arm, which hurt as its claws dung in. He gave the fruit to the bird. With the back of his finger he pet the birds crest and its feathers. Sometimes K couldn't believe how settled they'd become on this island. When he saw the beauty that was all over the island, he wondered if he was really better off here than in the civilized world. Life out here was a struggle, almost no different than in the hustle and bustle of managing a band. But out here, he was free. Time didn't matter, money didn't matter, and putting up facades didn't matter…it made him wonder what the fuss was all about now. After everything was taken from you, you began to wonder what life was truly about.

That's when K got the resolve to make Hiro a Christmas present. "I have to make it up to him," he told his feathered friend. The Macaw nibbled on strands of his hair. "And I think I have an idea of what to give him."

Shooing the bird off, he got up and headed to his favourite place on the island. It was a serene spot, with black rocks, where the water was calm and crystal aquamarine. There was tons of life here, coral, anemones; he even spotted a sea turtle here once. Sometimes he would sit here for hours just to relax.

But today, he spent the rest of his day crafting his gift.

A few days later…

Night had fallen and Hiro turned his back on K abruptly. He'd returned from fishing once more, but brought nothing back. Really he'd spent the whole day, just wandering about and thinking. They didn't speak much when both were under the shelter, ready to sleep. And tonight there was no cuddling, instead they lay with a foot of space between them, and backs turned on each other. In moments Hiro could hear K snoring softly. Unlike K, he was wide awake. He was pleased K had apologized to him, but each day he watched K go off to his favorite little spot and wondered what he was thinking or perhaps doing. Not picturing K to be one for brooding and all that, Hiro was curious what he did out there for the last couple of days.

Or was he just sick of him and needed space?

Now it felt like there was a wedge between them, Hiro sighed and turned onto his other side. In the dim glow of the fire, he reached over and touched a lock of golden hair. He twirled it between his fingers, the softness feeding his mind sensations. Tumultuous heated sensations that were quickly racing down his body and straight to his groin.

Hiro sighed intensely.

He wanted K; he wanted him like he's never wanted anyone else. But he fought against it. There couldn't be anything more between them right? They were so opposite, they'd never work out. It'd only make everything more complicated…right?

With a handful of hair he brought it and smoothed it against his lips and buried his face in it. "K you're torturing me," Hiro whispered inaudibly to himself. He let his eyes scan over K's sleeping form, over his bare back, the dip of his spine, the swell of his bottom. Shakily Hiro reached out and let a hand hover just over K's arm, it moved down over his hip. But it never touched him. Hiro retracted his hand as if burned and laid on his back. Instead he slipped his own hand into his shorts and touched himself. His body was so alive and it yearned for release. He massaged his aching member, fingers squeezing, probing his own body. Biting back a sigh of pleasure, Hiro fumbled with his shorts to free his hardened flesh. It stood long and full and with a firm grip he stroked himself with hedonistic desire.

He masturbated thinking of the man lying next to him.

"Oh K…" he heard himself whine breathlessly when he came gloriously. Tossing his head back, mouth agape, Hiro felt his body orgasm with such intense force.

It took a few moments to come back to earth and as it did, Hiro did up his shorts and looked over at K again. He was still sleeping, thank the gods; Hiro couldn't believe how reckless he'd been calling out his name just now. Burden free for a moment, he closed his eyes. Slowly the roar of the ocean subsided and sleep came for Hiro.

A/N: Thank you all for sticking through this, I promse lemons soon! Chapter 12, 13, and 14 are lemons! Hope you continue to enjoy it.

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