Page 82 of Take No Prisoners
"You can carry someone with you?" Efren asked as Niall approached.
"Petri helped with their air weaves. I could try to carry you."
Efren wanted no part of flying. "No, thank you. We're not far from the well. We can walk."
Niall sauntered up to him, his feet barely sinking into the sand. "Grandmother said we're almost finished."
"Almost."
Efren slid an arm over Niall's shoulders, awed again by how right it felt to have Niall by his side. He couldn't define the feeling yet, but it was a happy one, a good one.
Polluting the well was easy enough. They added salt water until it was undrinkable. It would be just as quick to desalinate when the time was right if a water weaver was around to complete the task.
"I need you to promise me you'll watch the horizon for the next few days," Efren said once they walked past the well toward his cabin. The path was overgrown with trees that blocked most of the moonlight, but now and then, Niall's eyes sparkled with distant radiance.
"I'll be right next to you." Niall leaned on his shoulder, and his breath tickled Efren's collarbone.
Efren wanted to tell Niall they would be on separate islands until Vadim's trial ended. Niall nudged him off the path, and his mind pushed all thoughts of Vadim away. He collided with a palm tree with bark too smooth to find purchase and hold himself up. Thankfully, Niall grabbed him by his hips and held him in place. He kissed the corner of Efren's mouth, letting him get used to the softness of his lips.
Efren moaned and lunged at Niall, his hands finding purchase in Niall's shaggy curls, holding him in place while Efren plundered his mouth. He tasted sweet like berries. His tongue was hot with need as they wrestled for dominance.
Efren broke the kiss and dropped his hands to take both of Niall's. He pulled Niall back onto the path and then released him to sprint toward the blue orb already glowing on his front porch.
"Last one to the cabin's on the bottom!"
He looked back over his shoulder.
Niall grinned and took his time, walking and whistling a jaunty tune.
Efren removed the magic warding over the door. Then, he hurried to the second floor to throw open the windows and cool the room before Niall arrived.
"If you want to top, all you have to do is say so," Niall said from the doorway.
Efren activated the light globes over his dresser with a touch.
"I'll do both before the night is over, if you'll have me." Efren raised his arms, and Niall approached, gripping his waist and grinding his cock against Efren's. The delicious friction ramped up his desire another notch.
Niall tugged Efren's shirt from where it was tucked into his pants and pulled the hem over his head. Then, he started in on the pants, removing Efren's silk belt and laces at his fly while his tongue warred with Efren's. Efren wanted the kiss to go on forever, but he wanted so much more when Niall pushed his pants down his thighs and the cool air caressed his cock.
Niall shoved him down on the bed, and the cool fabric kissed his skin while Niall went to work on his boot laces, unwrapping them and pulling both boots and socks off. Then, he pressed his thumbs against Efren's insteps, which felt far better than anything had a right to.
"We don't have time for a foot massage," he growled, though he wished they did.
"I thought we had all night."
"Tomorrow's a busy day." Once again, Efren felt guilty for not sharing his morning agenda with Niall. They'd planned to spend the day of rest exploring the island together. Now, the urgency of the trial and the probability of General Coryn sailing for them while they slept made those plans impossible. Efren barely recognized Aquarion once Jermain and the other earth weavers had rearranged it, but they weren't safe yet.
Niall leaned forward and captured Efren's cock in his mouth, taking away all coherent thought. He felt only the hot, wet suction around his tip and the pressure of Niall's tongue against his gland. He forced himself to relax, so he didn't come down Niall's throat too soon.
Niall pulled off him with a pop. His lips glistened with spit and his eyes were pools of darkness. It was hard to tell where his dark irises ended and the pupils began. He looked spellbound.
Efren took advantage of Niall's moment of weakness to pull him to his feet. In no time, Efren returned the favor, stripping Niall's clothes from his body, switching places with him on the bed, and giving him a little cock tease while peeling off his boots. From the way Niall's balls had drawn tight to his body and the way his cock quivered with every stroke of Efren's tongue across his sensitive tip, he was close.
"Need you in me," Niall whined. "Gods, you feel so good."
"On your back. Knees spread for me."
"Fuck," Niall groaned as he wriggled into place on the bed. "I might come from you talking to me like that."
