My Darling Lies Over the Ocean (YouTubers AU)

20. Love makes you a crazy kind of brave.

The seven men have never seen this much work in any of their lives. Even Ken is huffing and puffing as he walks back over to the campground area that they all decided on. His bare feet caked in soft sand and his naked chest heaving with all of the fish he has caught and flung over his broad shoulder.

Cry gives him an impressed smile as he stands up to greet the raven, their kiss short and sweet as Mark and Jack head over to help grab what Ken has caught. Ethan and Felix are busy chatting as they wind together the thick branches and vines to make more sides of the shelter huts. Cry's instructions very clear in their minds as they move quickly as the sun rises higher in the sky.

"This should be at least enough fish for a couple of meals," Ken says as he wipes the sweat off of his brow. "Lucky for us we ended up in a good area for fish to swim. There's enough in just the first few feet of water for quite a while."

"Hopefully we won't be here that long to see if you're right or not, babe," Cry comments as he gives his husband a quick smack on the ass. Ken rolls his dark eyes as he moves over toward Tyler and Ethan to assist in building the shelter. Jack and Mark stay with Cry as they begin to clean the fish, with Jack teaching Mark how to take off the scales using Ken's pocket knife. The smaller raven tries his best to just focus on the Irishman's words only, but it's getting more difficult for him to concentrate on anything between the burning sun and the way that Jack's ass looked while they were gathering berries.

"I think I need a few minutes," Mark says after a while, and Jack nods kindly as the taller man heads over to where Ethan, Tyler and Ken are all working hard on the shelters. Two huts are mostly done, with Ken placing the finishing touches on the bindings to make sure that they will survive the strong winds that may occur being so close to the surf.

"Hey Ethan," Mark mumbles, and his husband turns to look at him. "Can I talk to you for a minute, please?"

The blue eyes glance over to the other men, who both tell him that they are doing fine for now, and Ethan gets up and heads over to his husband. It's when Mark takes a hold of the smaller hand in his and pulls him towards a small shaded area that confusion registers on Ethan's face, and once they are far away enough he starts to ask what's wrong.

"Mark, is everything - "

The brunette's words are cut off from a long kiss from the other, and it takes all of Ethan's power not to climax on the spot. It's been a long time since they've kissed like this, and granted it's been longer since sex, to say that he missed Mark's lips on his would be an outright lie. Ethan's small hands crawl into the thick black hair and the raven groans at the feeling of the light tugs of his locks. In a moment the smaller man feels himself being held up for the second time today by a taller and stronger set of hands as Mark lifts him up and leans him against a nearby tree branch and deepens the kiss even more.

It's only when Mark can sense the tugging on the back of his shirt with desperate fingers that he pulls away. The knot in his belly loosening before he can push himself to do or want more. The raven sighs as he gently puts down his husband, wincing slightly at the look of aroused confusion in the blue eyes.

"Mark," Ethan asks, his voice high pitched and almost shy, "Are you all right?'

"I just wanted to kiss you," Mark says simply, interlacing their fingers together. "We should get back."

The smaller man nods, his mind still hazy from the kiss as he allows himself to be gently led by his husband.

"I love you," Ethan mutters as they get close to the shelters again, and the raven smiles.

"I love you too, Eth."

As far as the other men go, everyone is working as well as can be expected. Cry is especially proud of the fact that Ken hasn't glared at the Swede nearly as much today. Felix has been trying his best to stay positive, with the being used to always have people around him either calling him brilliant for his paintings and his own relaxed schedule, this type of situation is almost too hard to bare.