After they heard Megan begin to snore, the two creaked out of bed. The room had a private balcony that connected to the main back porch, so they slipped out the sliding door and gently closed it behind them.
The patio was quiet now, with everyone having gone to bed. Giving Drake a side-glance, Josh found his hand, interlocking their fingers. Drake hid a smile as he averted his gaze.
They walked down the beach barefoot until they arrived at the cave. The tide had risen, so only part of the floor was still dry sand, the rest uneven with rock ledges and sand slanting downwards into the black water. They explored until they were on a narrow ledge that overlooked deeper water, which appeared to be about knee-deep. Drake looked around as though wanting to make sure there was absolutely no one else there, just in case.
While Drake was looking away, Josh shyly moved a curl from his own face. Without words, he let go of his hand and backed Drake up against the wall of the cave.
Drake met his eyes just as his back gently thudded against the rock wall, causing a silent breath to escape him. In the same breath, Josh came into his space, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips to his.
Drake's heart felt like it was spinning. He suddenly grabbed Josh's face like his life depended on it, their jaws opening with the twisting of their tongues, moans erupting from them. They tore their lips apart, panting as they yanked off each other's pants, leaving them in just their boxer briefs. In the burst of aggression, with hands absolutely aching to touch each other in every way imaginable, they clumsily stepped out of their clothes.
As Drake tried to remove his boxers, however, his foot got caught and he tripped. As Josh tried to catch him, they both fell into the water with a huge splash.
Not even missing a beat, Josh reeled out of the water like a spinning log and kneeled on all-fours. His body was half out of the water and over Drake, his dripping boxers showing the textured outline of his throbbing erection under the thin and glistening fabric. Under him, with his boxers still around his ankles, Drake's hands shot out of the water and dragged him down, locking his lips to his like it was as vital as coming up for air.
Drake bit his lip. "Oh my god, I love you so much," he panted, water tossing restlessly around them.
Josh opened his lips slightly against Drake's biting mouth, ready to say it. He wanted to say it. He felt it so strongly, how could he not? But it was like his nerves were caught in a fishing net, reeling his words back down to the pit of his stomach. His appendage started throbbing more, grabbing his attention back as he felt the color returning to his face. Snapping his eyes back on Drake, he lowered himself and eagerly pressed his erection against his.
Throwing his head back, Drake hitched a gasp, his hardness never feeling so sensitive in his life. His moan stirred Josh immensely, causing him to aggressively kiss his neck, breathing heavily into it.
"Fuck, you're making me crazy, Drake." He gripped his hair and pulled his head back even more, sucking his neck. "Why are you making me so crazy?"
Frantically, they ripped off each other's shirts, the wet fabric parting like a second skin. Kissing passionately, lips not letting go, Josh yanked down his own boxers. Drake wasn't sure what it was about this night, but as Josh lowered himself and pressed his hard, naked body and penis against his once more, they made out for a long time.
Their hands kept squeezing one another in various places. Multiple times, Drake felt a hand slip underwater, between his body and the soft sand, and grip his ass. Drake would squeeze Josh's muscular arms and dig his fingernails into his back and shoulders. Sometimes he would explore Josh's chest with searching hands, like his body was taking its own liberties while the kissing kept his eyes closed. A wet pop of parting lips would precede Josh kissing the side of his neck and ear, before his lips would return, reasserting their presence by biting Drake's lower lip and reintroducing his tongue.
After this 'long' time, the duration of which Drake had no idea but wished it to go on forever, Josh's lips parted his once more, and Drake felt the kisses and sucking along his neck slowly move down to his collarbone, then his chest. Then lower.
Drake looked down and gripped his own erection in anticipation, feeling it incredibly hard. Josh's slightly wet kisses tickled on the way down until he reached his belly button, the line where Drake's body became submerged by the water. The only part of him showing above the water after that was Drake's fist at water-level, at the base of his erection. He took a deep breath, feeling desire rise in him as his tip felt a heated breath exhale directly over it.
The tip of a wet tongue first, followed by lips. Josh glided his mouth over his head, the tip of his tongue feeling like it was carving shapes into the softness of his tip. Wincing faintly, Drake moaned as his hardness deepened into Josh's throat. Feeling an insanely pleasurable stroking motion go up and down on him, Drake let go of his erection, letting its stiffness plunge itself in and out of Josh's mouth as saliva thickened all over it. It had been so long since they were last intimate that Drake then felt himself start to stiffen, feeling a building climax already. He clenched his jaw and prompted Josh to stop.
"Please… I don't want to cum yet," Drake said with yearning eyes.
Mild surprise crossed Josh's face. "You're that sensitive?"
He nodded.
Shaking his head, Josh smirked in a way that was kind.
Saying nothing, Josh reached his other hand under the water and tugged the boxers off of Drake's ankles. Gripping the dripping garment in his fist, Drake's wrists were grabbed and wrapped together in front of his face with the soaking fabric.
Content with the tie, Josh moved himself up until his knees were on either side of Drake's face, his tied hands partially restricted under Josh's pelvis and pinned against Drake's own abdomen. His long flesh dangled, the tip brushing Drake's lips. Josh grabbed him by his hair as Drake parted his lips, accepting the tip into his mouth.
Josh closed his eyes, feeling his tongue wrapping around him. He felt Drake flicker his tongue, sending a deep rise and fall into his chest. With a grunt, he pushed himself in further, looking down at his partner again as he steadied Drake's face with the grasp he had on him. Going deeper, he felt Drake's throat tighten the way it did just before he usually started gagging. He groaned with pleasure as Drake's arms subtly moved underneath him like he intended to touch him with a hand job. Josh pulled his appendage back an inch.
"Oh, I don't think so." Josh laughed gently, letting go of his hair as he clenched fingers around Drake's jaw and chin. "No hands this time."
Josh deepened himself again, this time all the way. Drake's gagging echoed the walls. Josh started thrusting slowly and deeply, saliva drooling down Drake's neck. It was so pleasurable that Josh's moans became shudders. Feeling sensitive himself and not wanting to cum yet, he glided out his glistening appendage and started to stand.
Below him, Drake felt Josh's arms wrap around him tightly, before a loud sloshing had him suddenly lifting out of the water. With Drake clinging to him with crossed legs, Josh set him gently against a rock ledge that was angled, going upwards like a car seat leaned back slightly. It was at the perfect height, putting Drake under him at slightly below pelvis-level.
By the knotted boxers, Josh pinned Drake's hands over his head with his left hand. Josh then brought his body against his, Drake's knees lifting in invitation as Josh lowered his right hand and worked a finger into Drake's entrance. Drake moaned, the movements of his body ebbing and flowing with the in and out motion of his inserted finger, giving into it. Josh gazed down at his body, bright moonlight and shadows rippling across the outlines of Drake's muscles, catching the subtle movements of his pleasure.
Inaudible to him, Drake murmured something faint.
A smirk tugged faintly. "Sorry, I can't hear you. What?" he asked as he moved on to two fingers.
"Please," he said quietly.
"Please?" he raised his brows teasingly, twisting his fingers deeper as he watched Drake arch his head back, moaning and unable to answer. Adding a third finger and realizing his entrance was suddenly very relaxed, he said, "Drake, I don't think you're in any position to negotiate."
"Please," he whimpered again, his hands balling into fists as he pulled gently at his restraints.
His humor darkening to seriousness, Josh drew out his fingers and clasped his hand on the side of Drake's ass so hard it made a loud clap. Then, after adjusting Drake's position for a second, he returned his hand between his legs and thrusted his fingers back inside. "Please what?" he demanded. "Please fuck you?"
Tugging weakly at his restraints, Drake nodded.
"Then I want to hear you say it."
"Please fu—"
Josh shoved his fingers deeper. "Please what?"
Drake's restraints tightened as his body pleasurably jerked in a deep arch, helpless under Josh's touch. "Fuck, p-please fuck me."
With a small smile, Josh slipped his fingers out. "Okay, since you asked nicely."
With his penis already lubed with Drake's saliva from earlier, Josh climbed up the rock ledge and sucked at Drake's bottom lip. With eyes closed, Josh's erection was so hard and pointed that he knew he did not need his hands to aim it. With Drake's tied hands still pinned above his head, the two opened their mouths with twisting tongues. Then, gently, with Josh's free hand caressing the side of his face, Josh felt his tip begin to press into something warm.
He thrusted his pelvis upwards, his tip almost catching part of the entrance but missing. Biting Drake's lip, he pulled himself back again, desire building pressure inside him as his tip rested against the entrance once more. With a small and anticipating moan, he pushed gradually this time. Feeling the slick and tight swallow of Drake's insides slowly start to envelope his erection, Josh steadied himself with a grip of Drake's ass, only in about halfway when he let out a shaking breath and abruptly shoved himself in the rest of the way.
A loud moan surged from Drake at the impact. Josh grunted, immediately starting to thrust wildly. Drake's moans were different this time, louder and more intense than Josh had ever heard them. He started thrusting faster. Humid heat sweated between them the longer they went on, dripping on each other. If the cave had been an enclosed space with windows, they would have fogged up the entire room.
"Josh, d-don't stop," he whimpered in the midst of his panting, head arching back as their bodies bounced rapidly together.
After many thrusts, Drake's body un-arched, his lips brushing against Josh's in their jerking motions together. Lost in their locking eyes, Josh started to forget what he was doing. Trembling, he let go of Drake's restraints and just had him in his arms as he kept going, holding him close. Drake, hands still tied, lowered them behind Josh's neck; a way to hold him too.
Noses brushing, Josh heard himself moaning beyond his control, the pleasure overtaking him. The sounds Drake was making were even more intense; they started breaking into an array of a deep releases. In his arms, he felt Drake's entire body suddenly stiffen, his moans that were turning Josh on so much becoming painful-sounding whimpers.
Josh felt his own arousal building as he sucked his neck. Then, with lips pressed against his ear, he whispered, "I'm not stopping until you cum."
Drake could not speak, it was just sound. With the shiver of Josh's breath in his ear, his whole body convulsed. It felt like his entire being was being drained, rushing into his penis, and then releasing like a bursting dam. His fingers digging into Josh's roots, he let out a last and final cry before he finally exploded. Profusely cumming in multiple squirts, a slippery and sticky layer started messily spreading between their bodies.
The sight of Drake cumming put Josh in the mercy of his own approaching climax. Sweating, he held Drake tighter. "Fuck, Drake, do you have any idea what you do to me?" He moaned and felt a rush starting for his pelvis, all his pent-up desire that he had not been able to release in the past week aching and about to explode. He found Drake's mouth again, his lips barely hanging onto his in their motion as he felt the climax build.
Words rushed out of him without thinking; "Drake, fuck, you're making me cum. You're making me—" He stiffened, and then he felt the utter explosion of his release. With a pulsating penis, he came inside Drake. Drake squirmed under him in the sensation, moaning softly.
Sucking mouths and still making sexual sounds together, Josh pulled out. He untied Drake's hands with shaking fingers. As soon as he did, Drake dragged him in with wrapped arms. They settled next to each other for several minutes, both of their chests glistening as they rose and fell, their surroundings starting to come back to the forefront of their awareness. The ocean waves cresting and crickets chirping. The night air, crisp but soft and warm at the same time.
Twenty minutes later, with their arms wrapped around each other as they cuddled, Josh brushed some of Drake's darkened and sweaty hair from his face. Gazing back at him, Drake silently traced his fingers along his jaw and neck. He couldn't help but think how amazing this was, being here in Hawaii with Josh, and celebrating their first Christmas together. Thinking of the many more Christmases he hoped to share with him, Drake finally stirred, sitting up to wring out his boxers. They climbed off the rocky ledge and collected their disregarded clothes which proved to be a bit of a challenge to find; Drake's shirt somehow ended up all the way at the far end of the cave, floating in the water like a jellyfish. Josh's boxers were almost ready to go out to sea before he managed to snatch them up in a part of the cave where the water level was a lot deeper, around thigh-level.
But as Josh plucked them from the water, he felt his appendage start to grow until it was completely erect. He was about to turn around to see where Drake was when he heard water stirring directly behind him. Two hands reached around and pleasurably touched his balls and felt his length at the same time that he felt something hard and pointed press against the soft skin of his behind.
"Hm, I don't think I can let you leave like that," Drake said in his ear.
Josh turned his face to the voice in his ear. Eyes flickering slightly down to him, he said, "What are you going to do about it?"
He felt Drake shrug against him. "You can use your imagination."
Then, with a strong hand pushing against his back, Drake bent him over. As Drake squeezed his ass a bit, Josh felt him rub his thumb against his entrance. Josh relaxed, resting his hands on a rock in front of him and letting Drake's subtle movements guide him to the correct height.
"Fuck, a week is way too long." Drake spit on his hand.
Josh felt a second finger enter him, the fingers turning, twisting, and massaging inside.
Drake spoke again. "Just tell me if—"
"If you're going too hard?"
Amusement tugged at Drake's mouth. "Yeah, that."
After a minute, Drake had well-stretched Josh's hole. His dick was so hard it felt like there was no resistance when his tip made first contact, taking its first inch in penetration. He inserted himself more, making sure to go slow. Josh's body jolted at first, and then started to relax into moans, feeling him.
"God, you feel so good." Drake leaned forward with his palms against Josh's soft skin, guiding himself deeper until, finally, his entire length was inside.
Fingers gripping him, Drake started urging a rhythm. Under his hands, Josh's body moved easily, relaxed and without tension. The faster he went, the sharper the claps sounded with each impact of their bodies coming together. Gazing down at him, his eyes entranced with arousing desire, Drake slapped him, gripping his ass harder as he watched Josh's body jerking in his motion below him.
The thrusting was very fast now. In the physical exertion, Drake started panting, his entire body simultaneously cold from the ocean water drying off of him, and hot from his flushing skin, glistening in the humid, tropical air. He adjusted his grip. If it was even possible, he started going deeper and faster. Josh's breaths started to hitch with the repeated impacts.
Drake sucked in his bottom lip, knowing he was going harder on Josh than he ever had before. Josh's arms were shaking, the repeated penetration hitting an insanely pleasuring spot Josh had never felt before. He moaned in complete mercy of it. He had never climaxed from anal sex before.
Drake, in the midst of his thrusting and sexual desire taking over his own control, tried to fight with himself. He struggled, but managed to say between panting, "Do you… need me to—"
"No! D-Don't stop," Josh cried urgently, his knuckles white as he gripped onto the rock. "Please, don't stop. Oh my god, don't stop." Josh felt the climax building. He let out another cry, finding the pleasure unbelievable. "Drake," was all he could get out. "Drake, shit." His balls felt like they were squeezing at the base of his penis.
"God, I want to see you cum so bad," Drake said, clapping a hand against his ass.
Josh felt the squeezing sensation suddenly surge. He grunted and then wildly cried out, his mind racing so fast it rendered him completely incoherent. His penis jerked like an invisible hand was pulling it. Knuckles white, Josh gasped as he suddenly felt it; a deep ejaculation of squirting ropes, exploding onto the rock below him.
Drake saw him do this and felt desire flex through every muscle in his body, groaning like his own pleasure was unbearable, his own climax imminent. He tightened his pelvis into Josh, drilling deeper. "Josh, holy shit, you feel so fucking good. I think I'm about to— Oh, fuck!" His hands helplessly wrapped around the front of him in a way to press Josh's body deeper against his. His penis pulsated inside, and Drake didn't finish his sentence. He orgasmed. Rapid squirting expelled from his throbbing appendage. He had never came inside Josh before. It was one of the most incredible experiences he had ever had in his life.
After pulling out, Josh's whole body was tremoring, his breaths as shaky and uneven as his physical body appeared. Drake suddenly looked concerned realizing that, not only was Josh's shaking not stopping, it was actually getting worse. And it was too much for it to be normal. Cautiously, Drake helped him straighten up.
"Josh, are you gonna—?"
The light in Josh's eyes was rapidly going vapid like Drake was seeing the soul being sucked out of him, along with all the color in his face. Saying nothing, Josh slowly hugged him. A split second later, his weight against Drake plummeted. Like lead. Drake was not strong enough. They both went down.
In the frantic splashing, Drake could have burst out crying from his panic. He found Josh and started shaking him, using all his strength to drag him up enough to keep his head above water. "Josh! Josh, wake up! JOSH!"
His screaming seemed to yank Josh back into consciousness. His soul rushed back into his eyes and he looked around wildly, confused why he was in the water.
"Drake, why are you crying?" He tried to move, the pain of seeing Drake cry twisting like a knife in his heart. But when he made the motion to hug him, he realized his limbs didn't feel normal, as though they were twice their normal weight. Eventually he managed, although it was in slow, laborious movements, to get his arms around him.
Drake was profusely apologizing. Josh tried to decipher the words that were bubbling through his crying.
"I'm so sorry... but then I couldn't... and you were... I tried to catch you... but I went too hard..."
Josh's brows furrowed. "Drake, did I faint?"
Drake's arms that tightened around him in response seemed to indicate, yes.
"Drake. Drake, I'm fine." He pulled away and wiped the tears from his face. Even though he hated to see Drake cry, the whole confusion of the situation was starting to make him laugh a little.
Unintentionally, his laugh started calming Drake down. And then, because Josh's grins were contagious as always, Drake started cracking a smile through his tears. "Stop it, it's not funny."
Humored, Josh held him close again.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Drake's voice muffled into his chest. "Oh, Josh, I'm so sorry."
"I'm fine, it's you I'm worried about."
"Are you crazy?" he said. "You're the one who fainted."
The humor left his eyes, leaving sadness. "I'm just sorry you had to see it."
Drake clung onto him a little tighter and said nothing, only making a small sound, perhaps in agreement.
After some time, they started rinsing off in the water. It had gotten messy. Both of them had cum on their chests and leaking from other places. Sitting in shallower water, Josh splashed some water to wipe Drake's chest, enjoying the calmness, feeling his slick skin under his hands. All traces of Drake crying were gone by now, fun and calmness returning to his hands as Drake rinsed him off too, his soft touch wandering up Josh's neck, tracing the lines of his body.
Calm, Josh touched his hand. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing." His hands stopped tracing at his cheek, now resting still. "Just being here with you."
They remembered that they had removed their pajama pants up on the ledge and found those to be dry. They slipped those on bare, deciding to forgo wearing soggy underwear or shirts, and held the rest of their wet clothes in their hands.
On the balcony, they left their clothes outside to dry as they crept back inside the bedroom. Megan was still sound asleep. Quietly, they climbed into the creaking bed, Josh spooning him under the warm and crisp covers.
"Goodnight, Drake."
Drake rested his head and hand on Josh's arm. Thinking of their tender kiss the first day they had arrived, Drake felt a pleasant warmness on his cheeks, and he smiled. "Goodnight, Josh."