My Darling Lies Over the Ocean (YouTubers AU)

24. If your partner really cares, they will always find time for you.

Cry chews his food with the air of a person who would rather starve than to see another one of the dry meal bars again. The other men in the group have similar faces of disgust at the only pieces of food left for them to eat at the moment. Ken mutters another half hearted apology at the lack of more fish for dinner, mentioning something about still needing to get into the swing of where the best areas to gather fish in the evening. His husband pats him on the broad shoulder saying that everyone is happy that he's gotten them fish for the part couple of days, and that no one is complaining at all.

The Swede looks as if he is going to say something to rebuff the idea that everyone is happy, but the salty comment falters at the look on the Irishman's face. Jack has know his husband for far too long to not be able to stop the blonde's grumpiness.

Mark and Ethan sit next to each other in relative silence, not really touching since Mark's momentary make out session the day before. To say that this left Ethan feeling more confused and pent up as ever would be an understatement to say the least. The only one of all of the men that seems perfectly comfortable in the general silence is Tyler, who the others by now had just accepted that his silence was more of a natural quality than so connected with his grief over Evan. Though every so often, Ethan is fairly sure that Tyler would wander off at times to cry. Part of him wants to stay away from the slender man, considering the fact that his smile gets a bit too big when he sees the dark blue eyes look his way.

After a better dessert of red berries picked by Felix and Jack, the seven men start to stretch and chatter among each other as to what to do for the rest of the late afternoon. Mark suggests that maybe a hike in the clearer part of the nearest gatherings of trees might be fun, but only Jack and Tyler seem to agree that this is a good idea. While the other five are still trying to figure things out, Cry feels the familiar pull of a large hand on his arm as he is lead away by Ken. The blue eyes shift from his husband's back to the other five men, trying to decide if it is better to wait and mediate, but the strong arm tugging at his heart as much as his hand helps him to decide that watching the sunset surrounded by a field of flowers is the better choice.

"Holy shit, Ken," Cry sighs when they meet the spot on top of the hill again. This time the air is cooled and the golden glow surrounds them as they lean up against the trees. The sun, huge in the sky slowly sinks below the horizon as the sky turns different shades of dazzling color.

"Looks gorgeous doesn't it, Cece?"

Cry can only nod, his mouth slightly opened at the sight. The view is breathtaking, and the larger fingers interlace with his as the continue to marvel at what the sun can do every night, while they are usually still at the firehouse pushing paperwork or cleaning up. Ken pulls his smaller husband into a hug as the orange sky melts into a reddish hue, and the two men begin to kiss as if this had all been planned.

The thick fingers slide up to the dark brown hair as their kiss deepens. With a swift motion the brunette has his slender legs wrapped around the waist of the raven and he move them a little closer to the larger of the trees. The heat swells in both of their bellies as their tongues roam each other's mouths, with the smallest of pop sounds of Cry's pants being undone. The smaller man sighs at the feeling of cooling air on his naked rear as his pants are pulled all of the way down, and his back is firmly pushed against the tree.

Ken moves to buckle his own pants as well, and Cry gasps as he is entered without any warning. The raven opens his mouth to ask if he's ok, but his words are pushed away by the lips of his husband crashing into his. Cry groans at the feeling of being filled, and grabs at the taller man's back with trembling hands. Nails scraping along the shirt until Ken pulls it off, and moans at the deep scrathes he now can feel. The thrusting is all that Cry can feel at first, with his eyes shut tight and lips stretched open as they make love by the setting sun.

"Kenny," he breathes, "Jesus, don't stop. Keep going."

The dark haired man listens to every moan and sigh as if it is the last thing on Earth, occassionally whispering proclamations of love and checking to make sure that he is still ok at new angle. Each time he is answered by another fluttered feeling around his hard length and he pushes harder into Cry's intense heat. The feeling something that both of them would chase for the rest of their lives if they had to.

"I love you so much," Ken groans as his wider hips stutter as he gets closer.

It's Cry who climaxes first, spilling hard on both of their bellies and the gentle pull moves Ken right after him. A twinge of pain creeps up the narrow spine as rolls slower and slower into the bundle of sensitive nerves until both of them are still except for their chests rising and falling with the gentle afterglow.

"That was..." Cry begins, but gets lost in the dark eyes of his husband, who chuckles as he places his lips onto the other.