The world is a cruel, cruel place.
Tony Drapers sighed heavily, the thought rolling around in his head as he shifted the strap slung around his neck. A long bead of sweat rolled down through shaggy brown hair and over perfectly tanned skin. It just wasn't fair. He was covered in sweat, and he was starting to develop a very frustrating cramp in his back. When was his shift going to be over so he could take this damned thing off and throw it in a corner?
He again shifted the heavy weight hanging around his neck and pushed his sunglasses up carefully. Another line of sweat ran down over one peck and teased hotly across his nipple. He wanted to wipe it clean, but he knew that the tourists ate up a glistening body and he needed all the help he could get.
Tony's dark eyes slid down to the tray strapped around his neck and the frustratingly ugly pirate treasure souvenirs piled across it. His uncle had them shipped in by the crate load and then banished a constantly rotating crew of sellers to the beach to try and move the damned things. They never sold in the shop window, but somehow they managed to do a little better on the beach. Of course, Tony had a pretty good idea why. It was the same reason most everything else sold when you couldn't rely on the product. What a sad world where sex can sell everything, even crappy gold painted souvenirs.
His eyes skimmed over the sand and suddenly locked on a very well sculpted pair of calves, tiny curled hairs glinting in the tropical sun. Tony's eyebrow arched a little as his eyes trailed up over long legs to a wonderfully tight pair of swim trunks that hugged in all the right places. A slow smile curled over Tony's lips and he let his gaze wander up over a perfectly sculpted stomach and a chest that Tony suspected he could crack walnuts on.
Fortunately, the man's face was just as appealing. He had a square cut jaw with a faint curtain of stubble spread over it. His eyes were boredly panning over the sea and matched the blue green water almost perfectly. Curly brown hair wrapped around his ears and ruffled a little in the warm island breezes. It made Tony want to grab a handful and pull. Hard.
His tongue ran over his teeth and then a confident smile slid over his face. He deliberately crossed the beach, the souvenir rack hanging low and oh so convenient for looking. Tony waited until those sea glass colored eyes slid to him and then rolled his hips forward, jutting the souvenirs sharply towards the other man.
"Souvenir?" Tony asked innocently.
He watched as the other man's eyes slid down his chest and then lingered on the brightly painted pieces of trash.
"Aren't they kind of...phallic shaped?"
Tony's grin actually widened and he subtly shifted to again jut the tray out a little more.
"Well, haven't you heard the stories about this place?" he asked, his head cocked to one side now as he ran his fingers over one of the rather suggestively sculpted pieces. "They say that anything you take away from Anteros Island is guaranteed to give you a super powered libido."
He deliberately drew out the last word, making his tongue and lips work for the word as he let his eyelids drop half closed.
"Even cheap trash?" the other man asked flatly.
"Depends on the trash," Tony answered with a shrug.
His eyes again mapped the other man's body and he sighed.
"You could always buy one and find out if it's true," Tony suggested in a husky voice. "Test it out..."
There really wasn't much more to the sales pitch. Tony leaned his head towards one of the somewhat secluded sand dunes and the other man's eyes slumped to half mast. Tony strolled away, his footsteps easily trailing across the beach and back through a tangled mass of sea grass. He didn't bother to look over his shoulder; he knew the other man was following.
The sound of the sea was pleasantly loud here, and the heavy tray made a satisfying thump as Tony dropped it to the sand. He stretched a little before he tugged off his sunglasses and turned. A catlike smile passed over his lips and his hands rubbed over his chest and down to the dark red trunks he wore.
"Hello, sexy," he purred.
"You do this often?" the other man asked as he tossed the cheap souvenir over the sand dune.
"Gotta guarantee the merchandise," Tony said with a shrug, his hands sliding back up to the waistband of his trunks.
"What sound business practices you have."
"Mmm-hmm," Tony purred. "You have a name?"
"...Mike."
Tony smiled and pulled his swim trunks down a couple of inches.
"Mike, really? Did you always want to be a Mike? Are you a Brett or a Thomas or a Dick in real life?" Tony winked and slid his hand under the thin material. "Mike's a good name. Fun to scream."
"I guess we'll both find out," Mike said, his eyes lazily latched on Tony's hand as he began to stroke himself.
Tony chuckled and tightened his hand, his strokes slowing to let his palm rub over every inch. His other hand tugged at the dark trunks and slowly brought them down a little more, tight coils of hair now peeking over the fabric. The band was stretching and tensing now as Tony stared at Mike.
Mike moved easily on the sand, the heat from his body rolling up over Tony's skin like a bonfire. Those glossy green eyes weren't meeting Tony's though; they were riveted on the other man's hand as it moved up and down. A soft sigh fanned over Tony's lips and then strong hands glided over his back to dip down beneath his swim trunks.
"You have a great ass," Mike husked.
Tony grinned as the other man's lips latched onto his collarbone, his tongue thrashing over sweat slickened skin. Mike's hands cupped him a moment, as if weighing each cheek, and then began to squeeze with slow easy motions. His mouth slid lower, and followed the thin indentation down the curve of one peck.
"Most of you looks pretty damned great," Mike murmured.
His tongue juggled one flattened nipple, the slickness of it slipping over the little peak and teasing it to pucker in Mike's mouth. He swirled the tip of his tongue across its tip and then delicately caught it between his teeth. Tony gasped sharply and his free hand shot to Mike's hair to hold him steady. The other man's breath fanned over his skin, hot even against his sweat covered skin, and the sharp pressure of teeth began to increase.
Mike's hands clutched harder, guiding Tony to rock against nothing, to thrust forward into his own hand, and there was something in the motion that was both enflaming and frustrating. Mike's mouth skidded across tanned skin and found the other nipple. He pressed a soft kiss against its tip, the little bud furling tighter, and then wrapped his lips around it.
He suckled slowly, his mouth working more of Tony's skin between his lips as teeth and tongue tangled together. Tony moaned and clutched harder at the curly hair slipping between his fingers. Mike's lips pulled free slowly as he stood up again and tightened his hold on Tony's ass. He ground the other man forward again, trapping their erections between their bodies. Tony's breath stuttered as his hand was forced to stop and the full heat of the other man ran over him.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard," Mike murmured. "Get on your knees."
Tony slid down Mike's body, his tongue running over his lips as the smell of the other man's arousal washed over him. Mike smirked now and one hand pushed on Tony's shoulders.
"Lower," Mike ordered.
Tony frowned slightly, but dropped lower to the beach, Mike's eyes following until the other man's shoulders were resting in the sand, his breath fanning lightly over the beach.
"That's better," Mike said and sighed quietly as he circled the other man.
One hand petted down Tony's spine for a moment, then snagged the top of his swim trunks and pulled them down. Mike smiled again and let his fingers again run down the curve of Tony's buttocks.
"A really great ass," Mike said again and stood up.
He planted one sandy foot on one of Tony's cheeks and pushed forward, Tony murmuring with surprise before the pressure pulled back.
"You came prepared?" Mike asked as his foot guided Tony to thrust forward again.
"The tray," Tony panted.
"Keep stroking," Mike said absently as he wandered over to the abandoned souvenirs.
The brunette dug around a little until he found the foil packed condom and half empty tube of lubrication and he chuckled softly as he ran one finger over the gaudy merchandise.
"Do you ever use one of these to get off?"
"No," Tony answered, still rocking in the sand where Mike had left him.
Mike's eyes drifted back over his shoulder, the smirk on his face sending a shudder down Tony's spine.
"Maybe next time," Mike said softly.
He returned to Tony and knelt down in the sun baked sand, his mouth now running down Tony's spine. Mike's tongue traced over every indentation and bump, painting across it until Tony cried out impatiently and shifted beneath that wet tease.
"Just fuck me," Tony tried to growl.
"A man who knows what he wants," Mike purred and slid a slick finger inside.
Tony moaned loudly and another of Mike's velvety chuckles poured over his skin.
"You really did come prepared," Mike said and easily added a second finger.
"I told you it's a matter of testing product quality," Tony laughed breathlessly.
"Let's see just what kind of rating you deserve."
Tony was suddenly glad that the beach was already bearing most of his weight, because Mike didn't hold anything back. He pushed forward until Tony was sure the other man's cock was never going to end and he was going to spend the rest of his life taking it all inside. It was an oddly appealing thought. He moaned and fisted his dick as Mike situated himself, the other man's hands now tight at his hips as they finally came flushly together.
"A great ass," Mike panted again.
The first pull out was almost excruciatingly good. Tony moaned and spread his legs wider when the inevitable push forward began again. Mike was going slow, too slow, and it seemed to Tony like he could feel every ridge and slick inch of the other man. Tony's neck burned as he threw his head back, his mouth opening wide as Mike somehow managed to drag every inch of his cock over Tony's prostate.
"Are you opened up enough for me to really start?" Mike asked softly, his hands rubbing at Tony's sides.
"This is just foreplay for you?" Tony asked shakily around a strained smile.
"We haven't even gotten to the real thing yet," Mike answered with another soothing pass of his hands.
And then Mike started to fuck. Tony knew a few things about pleasing a man, but Mike knew things that made a man howl. Tony tasted sand on his tongue as he sucked air into his lungs and then let it back out in one hoarse cry after another. He felt like his whole body was being lifted on Mike's cock with every powerful thrust. Mike's skin burned against him as the tourist leaned forward and drug the pebbled points of his nipples over Tony's back.
"How's the product quality on this one?" Mike growled over him.
Tony just moaned again and frantically tried to match his hand to Mike's owning thrusts. He could actually hear the sound his body was making as it dropped back to the sand every time Mike pulled out again. If they had been on a bed, Tony had no doubt that they would have rammed through the floor by now.
Mike's hands made their way back up Tony's body, the sweat beneath the man's palms greasing the way and making Tony feel like something slippery and hot. Mike found the hard points of Tony's nipples, sand now caked over the skin where it had stuck to the faint moisture of Mike's kisses, and the little buds practically throbbing with desire. Mike smiled against Tony's neck, his thrusts a little shallower now, but still managing to obliterate any thoughts that might have tried to wander through Tony's brain.
Pinching fingers ground the grains up into Tony's nipples like sand paper running over sensitized skin, and Tony gasped. He howled again, Mike riding the sudden rolling wave of the other man's body, and clawed at the sand.
"If I told you to come now, would you?" Mike asked in a rasping voice.
Tony moaned desperately and Mike's lips ran down the curve of one ear before they found the soft lobe.
"If I told you not to come now, would you wait?" Mike pressed.
"Oh god," Tony bit out.
Mike chuckled and the heat from his body sizzled away as he rose back up. His hands again moved to Tony's hips and held the other man still as he resumed his powerful thrusting.
"You're lucky I'm not a cruel man," Mike groaned. "You're so fucking hot."
Tony moaned desperately and clutched at his cock which was harder now than it had been in a long time. Those deep thrusts were driving him mad; it really had been too long since he'd had a good fuck. Another ragged moan escaped him, but it twisted sharply when one of Mike's sand covered hands abruptly wrapped around his cock and pulled. The world flashed white. Tony was suddenly spiraling out into the ocean, certain that he could feel every individual grain of sand as it added biting friction to the other man's stroke. A beach roughened thumb passed over the head of his cock, and Tony was shooting then, his eyes impossibly wide and head again thrown back as he cried out.
Distantly, he heard Mike groan again, and felt the added shift of the other man's cock inside his body. Mike pushed in harder then, almost as if trying to bury himself completely in Tony to ride out the rest of his climax, and then slowly rocked back in a series of shallower thrusts. When Mike finally slid out, Tony dropped bonelessly to the sand, his eyes closed now and breath pouring out of his lungs.
They were quiet a moment, the sound of the sea again washing up over their senses, and then Tony listened as Mike absently tied off the condom and pulled his shorts back up.
"I'd say you have truth in advertising," Mike said.
Tony chuckled tiredly. "We aim to please."
Mike laughed then and Tony watched as those strong legs carried the other man away. A long soft sigh escaped him as he rolled onto his back and absently pulled his trunks back into place. He was going to need a shower tonight; he had sand in some very unpleasant places. His eyes strayed to the tray of souvenirs waiting for him, and he felt another long sigh escape him.
The world was a very cruel place, but it did have some benefits.