“I still can't believe that I got to see actual penguins!” Gil shouted excitedly as he and Jay made the snowy trek back to their ship. “Are you sure I can't keep one? I promise to feed it... and take it for walks every day.”
Jay chuckled lightly at Gil's question. “Dude, remember what I said when you asked the first time? Penguins need to live here where it's nice and cold, not back in Auradon where it's warm almost all year.”
“I know, I know. I've just never seen anything as cute as those baby penguins.”
Jay swung an arm around Gil's shoulder and pulled him in close. “They were pretty cute, I can't lie. But you said the same thing about the baby orangutans. Oh, and the baby elephants, too.”
“Yeah, I forgot about them,” Gil said with a smile. “They have such long, funny noses. Maybe we can stop back on the way home. That Mowgli guy said we're welcome back any time.”
“Hehe, maybe someday soon we can go back. There are plenty more jungles to explore besides that one. There's just so much more of the world to see and I wanna see it all.”
“Then where do we go from here?” Gil asked.
“We can go anywhere we want,” Jay said with a shiver. “But my vote is for someplace warm. I wasn't built for the cold.”
“Hey, maybe we should go see where you're from,” Gil said. “Well, not you because you're from the Island, but like the place your dad lived before he was banished.”
“You mean Agrabah?”
“Yeah! Lets go there! I've never seen one of those places... I forget what you call it...” he looked at Jay confused. “You know, it's like a beach with no ocean...?”
“The... desert?” Jay asked arching an eyebrow.
“Hehe, yeah that's what it's called! The desert. Have you ever been there?”
“Nope. I've just seen the pictures my dad and aunt had with them on the Island,” Jay answered as he recalled the memory. “It would be kinda fun to see where they came from.”
“Next stop Agrabah!” Gil shouted, pointing to the horizon dramatically.
The two laughed as they walked over the snowy bank that would lead them back to the small fishing village where their boat, The Enchantress, was docked. It wasn't their boat per se, King Ben had only loaned it to them from his family's personal fleet as a favor for helping to save Auradon. But for the past six weeks, it had been a substitute home for both Jay and Gil as they traveled the world outside of the Island. It had everything they needed: a spacious galley and living quarters, a plush bedroom with attached bathroom, and large storage area filled with dried and canned food and other sundries in case of an emergency.
Jay, who was never much of a worrier, was only slightly nervous about taking the boat – it did technically belong to the King of Auradon, after all. Of course he had nothing to worry about because even though he knew little about operating a ship, Gil was an expert sailor and knew exactly how to handle the boat. Jay only had to follow a few simple orders on occasion otherwise he just had to stand back and watch his friend work. His years as a pirate under Uma and Harry had given Gil all of the training he needed to not only pilot the vessel but to chart their course, too. Gil truly was at home on the sea, and Jay was becoming quite accustomed to it, too.
The sun was low on the horizon by the time they wandered into the village; the clear, bright blue sky was already fading into pink and orange hues. Smoke was rising from the chimneys of several small buildings as the cold of night began to creep into the town behind them. Though strangers, a few the villagers waved as they walked past and they stopped to chat with a few of the local children still out playing. They had become quite popular among the locals when they shared some of their stockpile of fruit they had brought with them from their jungle adventures. They even traded some of it for the warm fur parkas they now wore. Despite the cold and snow, everyone seemed happy with the simple life of their fishing village.
Once they had returned to The Enchantress, Gil began preparing the ship to set sail at first light and Jay headed below deck where it was warmer, if only slightly. He immediately shrugged off his fur parka, dropped into a chair and kicked off his boots. Trudging through miles of ankle deep snow had been an unexpected workout and his feet were killing him. And even for someone as agile as Jay, trying to keep his balance on the slick, hard-packed ice was tricky. He had a few bruises to prove that point.
The hatch swung open and Gil all but ran down the stairs after he locked the door behind him. Jay shivered again at the cool night air that followed Gil into the tiny quarters. As much as he was enjoying the sights of the arctic, he would definitely not be missing the cold.
“Everything is ready for tomorrow morning,” Gil said as he dropped his parka by the door, his face pink from the cold. “We can set sail at first light, so we should probably get some sleep.”
“Sleep already? It's still early,” Jay said peering out the porthole beside him. The pink and orange of the evening sky were just beginning to vanish below the horizon.
“Well, you can stay up if you want, but I'm beat. And if we're gonna start out early tomorrow, then I need to get some shut-eye now.” Gil yawned and stretched out his arms.
“Yeah, you should definitely get some sleep. I don't want you falling asleep at the wheel and crashing Ben's boat,” Jay said with a chuckle.
“It's called the helm,” Gil said, correcting Jay, before he too started laughing. “Well, g'night, dude,” he called as he wandered into the bedroom and slid the door closed behind him.
Jay slipped lower into his seat. Maybe he should just go to bed. His body was exhausted from the cold and exertion, but his brain was still wide awake. He considered logging onto his laptop to check the Tourney scores, but there would definitely not be any wi-fi out here in the arctic. Instead, he let his mind wander over the events of the past few weeks. Every day was a new adventure and he got to share them all with his new friend, Gil.
It seemed strange, but growing up on the Island, Jay had only encountered Gil a handful of times. He tended to avoid the docks where Gil and his pirate friends hung out, mostly because of the rivalry between Uma and Mal. If anything, he had more dealings with Gil's older brothers, the twins: Gaston Jr. and Gaston III (known by most of the Island as Junior and Trip). They were angry thugs just like their dad but good customers as they often had money (money they'd bullied out of younger, weaker kids) to spend in his Jafar's shop. And until recently, Jay had never even considered Gil to be anything other than a dumb pile of muscles like the rest of his family. But recent events proved he was so much more than that.
Jay sat up in the chair and stretched out his cramped limbs. If he was just going to lay around and reminisce then he might as well get into bed where at least he could stretch out and keep warm under the mountain of blankets. He unzipped his leather vest and folded it neatly over the arm of the chair. Then he picked up his boots and sat them in the corner next to Gil's and hung both of their parkas on the peghooks by the stairs. He clicked off the lights and, as quietly as possible, slid open the door into the bedroom.
In the darkness of the room, Jay could just barely make out the shape of his friend hidden under the pile of blankets. The sound of Gil's gentle breathing told Jay that his friend was already fast asleep. Jay unbuckled his belt and slipped his leather pants off folding them before dropping them onto a small stool in the corner. In just his long-sleeved tee, boxer briefs and socks, he became acutely aware of the coolness of the cabin and hurriedly climbed under the covers.
It seemed strange that first night when Jay realized there was only a single bed on the boat that they would have to share. Gil offered to sleep out on the sofa, but Jay shot down that idea. It was a large, queen-sized bed, with plenty of room for two. There was no reason for Gil to be uncomfortable the entire trip just because Jay wasn't use to sharing a bed. Of course, Gil was use to “sharing” a bed with his older twin brothers (sharing meant he was crammed into the corner next to the wall) so it didn't bother him in the least. And after that first night, it didn't seem that strange to Jay, either.
“Hehe, penguins,” Gil mumbled in his sleep.
Jay grinned. Even asleep he was still thinking about penguins. Occasionally, Gil talked in his sleep (more like muttered incoherent sentences, actually). He was such an open person, even in his dreams he couldn't hide what he was thinking and feeling. It was refreshing after the years of lies and deception he'd grown accustomed to as “normal” life on the Island. It was one of the things he loved most about his new friend.
Gil groaned and twisted in his sleep, his thick arm swinging across Jay's chest. This was also something that happened on occasion. Gil was apparently a very active sleeper when given the space. Many a morning when Jay woke up before him – which was rare – he would find himself tangled in Gil's muscular limbs. But tonight was different. After a few moments, the rest of Gil's body followed his arm across the mattress and hugged close to Jay. His head found the nape of Jay's neck, his chin resting on his shoulder the two of them fitting together like missing puzzle pieces.
“Mmmm, Harry,” Gil moaned out in his sleep.
Jay swallowed hard. Was Gil dreaming about his friend Harry Hook? He'd often wondered if Harry and Gil were more than friends. After all, Harry was a notorious flirt with both genders, so it wouldn't surprise him if Harry was attracted to the handsome Gil, as well. It was something that Harry and Jay had in common. In all of their discussions over the past few weeks, the pair had discussed everything but sex and relationships. It seemed to be the one subject neither of them wanted to broach.
Gil mumbled something into Jay's neck which sounded very similar to: “You smell like Jay.” Jay was frozen, eyes wide open and staring through the blackness to the ceiling overhead. And then he felt it. The increasing firmness of Gil's cock hardening against his left thigh. Was Gil having a sex dream about Harry? Or even, possibly, Jay himself? The thought was enough to cause his own dick to harden.
The cabin suddenly felt very hot, hotter than it had even in the jungle. Jay was torn. Should he wake his friend (causing both of them a great deal of embarrassment) or maybe just leave and sleep on the sofa (it's far too cold for that) or let it continue and see what happens (it's just a dream after all)? Before he could decide, Fate seemed to have decided for him. Very gently, so gently that he almost didn't notice, Gil started to grin his hard dick against the Jay's thigh.
“Mmmm, Jay,” Gil moaned out, leaving no doubt whom he was dreaming about. His arm pulled tighter against Jay's chest, holding him closer still.
Though one arm was trapped between himself and Gil's bulky frame, Jay reached down with his free hand to adjust his hard cock in his tight boxer briefs. He stroked his dick a few times before returning it to its normal position along his left hip. He had to stop, it had been too long since his last wank session and he was on the verge of cumming already. Instead he traced his fingers lightly up Gil's bare side and ran his hand gently over the thick, muscular limb laying on his chest. The skin was soft and warm belying the hard muscle underneath. Jay buried his nose in Gil's thick blond locks. He smelled like the fancy floral shampoo they found in the ship's shower mixed with a bit of Gil's own musk from sweating inside the heavy parka all day.
Gil moaned again, almost whimpering as if in pain. His fingers tightened against Jay's chest, then he felt the sizable dick pulse against his thigh as his friend shot a rather large load of cum through his briefs and onto this thigh. Without even touching himself, Jay also began to cum filling his boxer briefs with a hefty load that he was sure leaked through to the blankets covering them.
Sated, Gil's breathing returned to normal and his grip on Jay's body loosened slightly, though he still hugged his friend close. Jay was still in shock over the events of the last few minutes. His mind wandered over the possible scenarios of what could happen next once things were revealed in the light of morning. But for now he was enjoying Gil's warm body holding him close and he soon fell asleep to the gentle rocking of the boat, a satisfied smile on his face.