When Desmond came to he was propped up against the coconut tree and sporting a raging headache. This is getting ridiculous, his mind murmured, it's a hangover without the lovely drinking part. As the cloud of pain began to clear he made a move to stand, but was pushed back by a pressure to his right shoulder. "Easy there, mate." Came a calm voice, and immediately Desmond's eyes leapt open. What he saw was better than any bloody cocktail. What he saw was a rock star's grinning face.
"Chahlie?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, mate. Why don't you sit right there? I've got you some nice cool water." He reached to the side and produced a gallon of water, which Desmond took with thanks.
"How'd you find me, then?" he inquired after a lusty gulp of water.
"I was over in the jungle a little ways playing my guitar when I heard a large thump." Charlie explained. "Why were you up there in the first place? We've got plenty of food back at the camp."
"I…I was hungry." Desmond lamely managed. "Chahlie, brotha, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause any trouble for ye."
"It wasn't any problem, mate." Charlie soothed in return.
"No, no it's not. I know you're with Claire—"
"It's got nothing to do with Claire."
"—and I shouldn't have done what I did and—"
Suddenly the rock star leapt forward and pressed his lips against Desmond's who, in turn, was shoved back against the prickly exterior of the coconut tree. Once he got over the initial shock he deepened the kiss, pushing Charlie forward and reaching up to cup the sides of his face, feeling the rough surface of his beard, then sliding his hands to the back of his head, then down his torso to tug at the edge of his shirt.
Charlie leaned back, breaking their embrace, gasped and smiled wickedly. "You sure work fast, mate."
Desmond quickly pulled his wandering hands away, now unsure. "Right. What if someone were to see us?"
"Nah it's not a bad thing." He chuckled and lifted off his shirt on his own accord, revealing a muscular and tan body that made Desmond's mouth water. "It's just, I've always wanted to be with an alcoholic Scot."
"Yeah, and I've always wanted to be with a rock star." Desmond countered as he playfully swiped at Charlie, then lunged and pulled the other man onto the ground and pounced on top of him. This time on purpose.
The end. :) Thanks to everyone who reviewed. It was a lot of fun writing this. Just might have to make it a habit.