Jay's eyes cracked open slowly. He couldn't discern the time, but it was still dark possibly only a few hours since he'd fallen asleep. He was pleased to find that Gil was still cuddled close to him, though much more gently than he had been earlier. As much as he hated to move, Jay really had to pee so he gently pulled away from Gil's grasp and eased out out of bed. The cold air hit him as soon as he emerged from the pile of blankets and his urge to go had increased dramatically.
He tiptoed the few steps to the en suite bathroom and quietly slid the door closed before slightly brightening the lights with the dimmer switch. Jay tried to reach into the fly of his boxer briefs and in his half-awakened state was briefly confused by the difficulty he was having. The massive cumload he'd shot into his briefs a few hours prior had dried and sealed them shut. Eager to take a leak, he peeled the band away from his waist only to find he was glued into his briefs from every angle. He'd been a fool to fall asleep and not change into a fresh pair and now he'd have to suffer a bit of pain from his pleasure. It would be just like removing a bandage, he'd have to do it quickly in one yank and get it over with.
Jay took a deep breath and held it then yanked down his briefs in one go. He muffled a scream as his cock broke free of the adhesion. He could feel his eyes watering a bit at the sides. After a few seconds the brief pain was replaced by the urgent need to pee and he let loose with a long, heavy stream into the bowl.
When he was finished, he washed his hands then grabbed a wash cloth so he could clean up the remainder of the dried loads he and Gil had shot. He was a bit surprised at the wide patch Gil had oozed onto his thigh and could only imagine his friend would have the same problem as him in the morning. Once clean, he switched off the lights, grabbed the crusty, black boxer briefs from the floor and quietly opened the door. Thankfully, Gil seemed to be a deep sleeper and hadn't woken up during his absence.
Jay dropped his underwear on top of his pants (he'd have to deal with them in the morning) and grabbed a fresh pair from his duffle bag under the bed. After putting everything away, he climbed back under the blankets into their warmth. He was slightly saddened to find that Gil had rolled onto his other side during his absence in the bathroom. Jay closed his eyes and tried to drift back into dreamland but missed the feel of his friend's body being so close. He turned his head and could see the mass of blond hair peeking out from under the covers.
“Maybe he'll roll over and cuddle up next to me again,” Jay thought, almost willing it to happen. But after several long minutes, it appeared that Gil had found another comfortable position for the night.
Jay let out a sigh and rolled onto his side facing Gil. Tentatively, he inched closer to his sleeping friend until there were only a few inches between them. He was so close, that Jay could feel the heat from his body across the small gap. Slowly and cautiously he slide his arm to Gil's side. He could feel the warmth and softness of his bare skin against his hand. Jays fingers slid across his tight stomach, lightly tracing the abs as he went. Again, Fate seemed to choose the path for him because Gil snorted loudly and pushed his body back into Jay's with a satisfied sigh.
It was a different position from last time, but again Jay felt like they were two pieces that fit together perfectly. His long, lithe but toned body hugging Gil's broader and more defined body – opposites that still seemed to connect. Once again he couldn't help but smile as he drifted off to sleep.
A sudden lurch in the boat caused Jay to stir. His eyes opened to the sight of the dimly lit blue and gold bedroom; he could see through the porthole that the sun was well above the horizon already. Jay sat up and stretched out his long arms, noticing for the first time that he was alone in the room. Clearly the ship was moving so why hadn't Gil roused him to help set sail?
After a quick stop in the bathroom to pee and brush his teeth, Jay decided to get dressed and head above deck to look for Gil. He grabbed his leather pants and began to pull them on but stopped halfway. He could've sworn that he'd tossed his cum crusted briefs on top of them last night, but now they were nowhere to be seen. He finished dressing then grabbed his boots and parka before heading up the stairs.
The early morning chill hit Jay's face causing him to shiver. Despite the cold, the view was fantastic: the sky was a clear, cloudless blue and the snow and ice covered coast glittered like diamonds in the sun. He even spotted a few penguins dancing along the ice and diving into the ocean to catch some breakfast. When they'd first arrived last week, the sky had been gray and overcast; very unwelcoming. He was glad that he got to see the arctic in its true beauty as his last memory of the area.
“Ahoy, first matey!” Gil shouted noticing his arrival.
“G'morning,” Jay answered turning to the helm. “Why didn't you wake me to help set sail this morning?”
Gil shrugged. “You looked like you needed the sleep,” he said mysteriously.
“Oh, okay... Thanks, I guess,” Jay said awkwardly. “Are you hungry? I could make us some breakfast?”
“Uh, you don't have to. I can grab something a bit later.”
“No, no problem at all,” Jay insisted. “If you're going to get up early and handle all of the prep and sailing the least I can do is make us breakfast.”
Jay disappeared below deck and Gil let out a sigh of relief. He could barely even look his friend in the eyes while they were talking. When Gil had woken up shortly before sunrise and found his briefs full of dried cum he'd been incredibly embarrassed. But then the saw Jay's used briefs laying atop his pants and realized that he must've shot such a huge load in his sleep that he covered Jay in his cum, too. He thought for sure that his friend would be mad and want to ditch him in the arctic (not that living with penguins could be that horrible) and never speak to him again (which would be very horrible). So he was quite surprised when Jay offered to make him breakfast.
It had only been a few minutes when Jay reemerged and handed Gil a steaming mug. “I thought you might like some hot chocolate,” he said, handing over the mug. “You know, something to warm you up a bit until the food's ready.”
“Uh, thanks, Jay,” he said with a forced smile.
Jay waited awkwardly for a moment as if there was something more he had to say, but soon rushed off to the galley again.
“What are those white things floating in it? He wouldn't try to poison me, would he?” Gil thought. “I wonder what poison hot chocolate tastes like? Wait, what does regular hot chocolate taste like?”
Gil took a doubtful sip. It was hot and creamy and sweet like nothing he'd ever tasted before. He took a much larger gulp, burning his tongue a bit in the process. He could feel the warmth flowing through him like magic. If this drink was poisoned then what a way to go. Gil soon drained the entire mug with another few gulps and let out a satisfied hum.
“Hey, Gil,” he heard Jay call from the open doorway. “Find a place to park this thing and come eat before it gets cold.”
A few minutes later he walked into the pleasantly warm galley/living quarters. He dropped his parka on the chair by the door and walked over to the table. It was set with a two large bowls of steaming oatmeal covered in diced apples and cinnamon, a large platter of scrambled eggs and bacon strips and a bowl filled with assorted chopped fruits.
“Whoa, what a feast!” Gil said eyeing the spread of food filling the small table. He dropped onto the sofa/bench and grabbed his oatmeal and a spoon. He began shoveling oatmeal into his mouth like he'd never had anything so delicious before (wait, had he eaten anything this good before?) when he noticed that Jay was still standing and pacing slightly.
“You okay, Jay?” Gil asked nervously. Was this it? A big, fancy breakfast and then he gets booted off the boat onto an iceberg?
“Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just.. I'm trying to find the right words,” Jay stammered.
Gil's eyes began to tear up. He jumped out of his seat so fast that he nearly toppled the table (despite it being bolted to the floor) and ran into the bedroom sliding the door shut behind him.
“Gil! Gil, what's wrong?” he heard Jay call after him through the door.
He crawled under the mountain of blankets and curled into a ball sobbing. This was it, he was going to lose his new best friend. He was going to be left alone out here in the snow, rejected by Jay just like he was by his dad and brothers. And this time there was no Harry or Uma to comfort him and protect him.
He heard the door sliding open and the light, cautious steps of Jay heading toward the bed.
“Hey, Gil, are you under there?” Jay asked softly. He felt the weight of Jay's hand on top of the blankets and tried to pull himself deeper into the mattress. “You're freaking me out a bit, here. Would you say something?”
He felt Jay's hand leave him and a moment later, he felt the blankets lifting behind him and the weight of another body on the mattress beside him. Jay pulled up close and gingerly lay a hand on his arm causing him to flinch at the contact. His long deft fingers traced from his bicep up to his shoulder then down to his side where it snaked under his arm to wrap around his chest.
Gil was so confused by the act. Was Jay trying to get a good grip so that he could pull him off the bed and toss him overboard? His body tensed ready to fight back if he had to, even though it was the last thing he wanted. Instead, he felt the body behind him slide next to his, Jay's chest against his back and his head behind Gil's own breathing warm air onto his neck.
“Whatever's wrong, no matter what it is, I'm here for you, Gil.”
Gil stopped sobbing. His brain tried to wrap around the words and take in the racing heartbeat that he could feel thundering through the chest behind him and comprehend the strong arm wrapped tenderly around his chest and everything... everything seemed so wrong and yet so real and so right. Had they veered into Wonderland by mistake?
“You don't hate me? You're not gonna throw me off the boat?” Gil asked through a raspy, choked voice.
“What? No. No to both of those questions. Why do you think I would kick you off the boat? It's not like I know how to drive this thing,” Jay answered causing them both to chuckle. “But more importantly, why do you think I would hate you?”
“Well, it's just that when I woke up this morning I saw that I had, well... I had an accident while I was sleeping and got my... my stuff... all over you. I thought you'd be mad at me and not wanna be around me any more.”
“Ohhh,” Jay said, the pieces the clicking into place. “Well, I do wanna talk to you about last night, but I'm not mad. And I definitely do not hate you. But can we discuss this not covered by a thousand blankets? I think I'm slowly suffocating under here.”
Gil threw the blankets back and turned his head to the side as far he could to look at Jay hugging him from behind. It almost looked as if he had been crying, too.
“Can we eat while you talk? Because I'm not gonna lie, now that I know you don't hate me, I'm really, really hungry,” Gil said with a grin.
A few minutes later and they were both sat at the table eating the lukewarm breakfast Jay had prepared. Despite the temperature of their meal, Gil still seemed to enjoy everything and devoured most every scrap of food while Jay only picked and poked at his congealed oatmeal.
“You know, my dad said he use to eat like sixty eggs for breakfast every morning before he was moved to the Island,” Gil said around his own mouthful of scrambled eggs.
“Gil,” Jay said softly. “We need to talk about last night.”
Gil stopped mid-chew and, with a mouth full of oatmeal, gurgled out an “okay.”
Jay sighed. He wasn't sure where to start, so he just began with what popped into his head first. “I like you, Gil. A lot. I like you as a friend, but I think I might also like you as more than a friend.”
Gil had swallowed his oatmeal but remained speechless. So Jay continued.
“Last night, you pulled close to me while you slept. At first, I think you thought I was Harry, but then I think you somehow realized it was me even though you were asleep. And it felt so right... so perfect.”
“Perfect?” Gil said with a small smile.
“And when I realized that thinking about me was making you, well... that I could make you so turned on. I mean, not all of the cum you saw on my briefs was from you.”
“Wow. So you think I'm handsome?” Gil said, a bit surprised, his cheeks pink from the compliment.
“Of course I do, Gil. You're one of the hottest guys I've ever seen. I mean, look at all those muscles! And those amazing eyes. That gorgeous smile.”
Gil turned and even deeper pink as he blushed at Jay's words. “I think you're beau- I mean, very handsome, too, Jay. Ever since that day you came back to the Island and fought with us, I've had a crush on you. Harry said it was silly, but I just think he was jealous.”
“Oh? Are you and Harry... are you guys dating or...” Jay asked confused.
“No, definitely not,” he answered with a bit of a laugh. “I mean, Harry and I have fooled around a bit, but he just likes the attention I give him. He said he 'doesn't do relationships,' whatever that means.”
Jay could understand. Back on the Island he was a bit of a heartbreaker, but that came with being a “bad boy.” He had loved and left many girls (and a few boys) after promising them whatever it took to get in bed. Not that he ever really did more than makeout or have a little “on top of clothes” action. He always wanted more but somehow knew there would be a right time and a right person.
Gil reached across the table and took Jay's hand in his own. Jay looked deep into those soulful eyes and knew instantly that this was the “more” he had been looking for. Slowly, they leaned across the table and kissed.