"Stranded"
Part IV
By Arrowhead
“Can you get up?” He asked.
“Yeah, I think so,” Mike replied as he began to get to his feet.
Micky slipped his uninjured arm around Mike’s waist and helped him to a little spot he had found on the way to the stream. There was privacy there and he could give Mike all the attention he needed. They pushed aside some branches and entered a sun dappled clearing that was carpeted with a soft, thick mat of pine needles. With assistance from Micky, Mike lowered himself to the ground, wincing with pain as he did so. Micky crouched and scraped together a pile of the brown needles to use as a pillow before getting Mike out of his filthy, bloodstained shirt.
“Here, lie down and take it easy.” Micky said, trying not to show the fear he felt at getting a really close look at the two deep claw marks. The bloody gashes made his own bruises look like nothing, including the giant violet one caused by the bear’s jaws.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” Mike asked. The meaning in his voice was clear but he looked like someone who could sleep for a week.
“Yeah, but we gotta do something about this first. I’ll be right back.”
Micky returned to the camp they had made the night before. His other friends were still sleeping. They looked pretty rough too. Micky reflected on their situation as he rummaged around for the few items he needed. The plane had gone down on a heavily wooded hillside. Miraculously, there had been no fire to speak of but the carnage was something none of them would ever forget. Especially Peter. As they wandered about the scene gathering whatever useful items they could find, Peter had encountered another survivor. She was a woman in her thirties, who kept hysterically asking about her children who had not been on the plane. Peter had sat by her side holding a hand and reassuring her that her kids were fine until she gasped harshly and then was still. The memory of that scene sent a chill down Micky’s spine. He had located a bowl (at the time it had seemed an odd thing to take, but he was very glad to have it now) and a little bottle of iodine but found nothing that would make a decent bandage. He would just have to improvise. He left quietly as he could and went back to the stream. He rinsed as much of the crud from Mike’s shirt as he could before filling the bowl with water and returning to the clearing.
Mike was lying very still and Micky felt fear squeeze his heart as he got closer. The tension was relieved as Mike tiredly opened his eyes and smiled at Micky.
“I thought you forgot about me,” He said.
Micky returned the smile as he hung the wet shirt on a branch to dry before sitting and getting down to the business of cleaning the wound. Using a sleeve he had torn from his own shirt, he administered a sort of sponge bath. Mike sighed contentedly, wondering how he got so lucky as to have someone like Micky, while the cool water dribbled onto him and the rag washed away the accumulated dirt and sweat and blood.
“Ok, are you ready for this? It’s gonna hurt like hell.” Micky said, holding up the brown glass bottle.
“Do what you have to do, man.”
A strong medicinal smell filled the air and then Mike hissed in pain as the disinfectant entered the wound. Oh, fuck it hurt! It felt like he was being branded. The burning sensation seemed never ending but finally began to let up. Micky felt bad about causing anymore pain but it had to be done. He hoped that they hadn’t waited too long, but shoved the thought from his mind as he placed the other folded sleeve over the wound as a bandage. He secured it and then something else occurred to him.
Mike watched as his belt was removed.
“What are you doin’ now?” He asked with interest.
“You’re going to use this as a sling for your arm. You know, so you don’t move it around too much and open those cuts again.” Micky said.
“Oh. You are such a tease, Mick.”
Micky grinned at him. Amazing. Mauled by a bear, sore, aching and worn out and what did he have on his mind? That had to be a good sign.
“Maybe my bedside manner needs a little work,” He said, before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on Mike’s waiting lips. He did it again and again. Each kiss growing longer and more urgent. Mike reached up with his free hand to keep Micky from pulling away. He just didn’t have the strength to hold him. The hand was gently placed on the ground by his side. Micky leaned over him.
“Lie still. Relax. I’ll take care of everything,” He said in a voice slightly more than a whisper. For once, Mike did as he was told. He closed his eyes and waited to see what his newly assertive lover would do to him.
Micky looked down at him, again noticing how white and tired he was. This was probably the last thing he actually needed, but he knew Mike would keep trying for it
until he got it. Best to give him something so he would rest with his mind as at ease as it could be, given the situation.
Mike wanted to look and see what was taking so long but his eyelids were unbelievably heavy. Then he felt fingertips trace the line of his jaw and then move across his throat and down over his chest with a touch so light it could have been a passing breeze. Soft lips melted into his in a kiss that seemed to go on forever before the delicate flicker of a tongue ended it. Mike offered no resistance as he allowed Micky to explore him thoroughly. The kiss moved onward and for the longest time Micky worked all the right spots with an artistry that his friend had never experienced before and could not have imagined.
It went on and on before Mike felt a hand stroke the length of his cock with a much firmer touch. He didn’t know how his pants had come undone. He hadn’t felt a thing. He was definitely feeling things now, though. His hard-on was squeezed and released as Micky continued the up and down motion, pausing now and then to trace the head in a spiraling pattern with a fingertip.
Micky temporarily put his concern aside and watched with satisfaction. Mike was totally under his spell. His breathing was getting hard as he moved his hips in rhythm with the hand working its magic on him. Knowing the moment was near, Micky squeezed just a little harder and moved a little faster. Mike came a few seconds later, and afterwards gave Micky a look that he hoped got across the things he couldn‘t find words for just yet. The last thing he saw before falling into a heavy sleep was the familiar sweet smile he loved so much.
The shirt was close enough to dry that Micky took it off the branch and laid it across Mike’s sleeping form. He hoped that this would just be a normal heavy sleep and not something else.
‘Quit being a dumbass. He’ll be fine.’ The thought wasn’t the most reassuring thing in the world but it would have to do. He was pulled from his worrying by a voice nearby.
“Hey! Where are you guys?” It was Davy.
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