Stick With Me Kid

Note: When last we'd left Johnny Smith and his Mr. Denham, they were deep in Kong's Mountain and had just defeated one of the prehistoric creatures that inhabited Skull Island. (with a little help from their friend. g) This is Johnny's POV. The nonsense lines he recites are from Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky.

Stick With Me, Kid Part 13

"The people who created this must have been absolutely amazing," I murmured, carefully examining the pure gold casket that had contained the jewels that were the treasure of Skull Island. "Look at the filigree work!"

We were waiting for the skewered meat to finish roasting.

"I doubt we'll ever find out who they were, kid, although the Skipper said something once about the wall that separates the peninsula from the rest of this island as having an Egyptian look to it." My lover sawed more strips off the carcass, doing the best he could with the dull blade.

"You mean you couldn't tell?" I teased gently, marveling that I could do so. "I thought you've been all over the world."

"Well, yeah, but I was always more interested in camera angles than in the architecture." The smile he sent me was so warm and ... and loving that my heart stuttered from emotion. For a long while there hadn't been anyone who cared enough to get close to me. Now all that was changed.

I looked away, my emotions threatening to overcome me, and I searched for something else to say. "Er... Do you think these jewels were an offering to their gods?"

"I wouldn't be surprised." Before he could continue, the ground shook. The force of the periodic earth tremors that wracked Skull Island seemed magnified within the mountain, and both of us flinched when a shard of blood red crystal broke loose from the ceiling and fell to shatter on the floor of the chamber. Fortunately it missed us.

"It'll probably be safer if we bed down in Little Kong's grotto tonight, Johnny."

I thought of the pterodactyls, whose nest was closer than I liked, and our run-ins with other inhabitants of Skull Island, and I wondered whether the greater danger lay in another attack or in the possibility that the mountain could fall down on our heads with the next earth tremor.

"And Little Kong will be there as well," he assured me. "With him there, I don't think anything will disturb us!" I had to agree with him on that. "Now, why don't you go find something to make up a bed for us? Dinner should be ready by the time you're back."

"Oke, Mr. Denham. Maybe Little Kong can show me where he found the grass he used for his bed. That looked really comfortable."

"You'll need a torch, kid. It's getting dark out."

I tore off a strip from the ragged hem of my shirt, wound it around a thick branch that was about two feet long, and thrust it into the fire. It took a little while to catch, but when it did, it burned brightly.

"You keep using your shirt for everything, you'll be running around naked! Not that I mind." His eyes burned brighter than the torch, and he was suddenly beside me, the carcass forgotten. He whispered my name, and his mouth came down on mine.

Fortunately the torch, when I dropped it, didn't go out. At that moment I was more concerned with feeling the warmth of his flesh under my fingers.

His tongue stroked over my lips, licking at the seam. I melted against him and parted my lips to give him access to my mouth, but before things could heat up further, my stomach rumbled. He laughed softly and ran his fingers through my hair. "Looks like I'd better feed you before I ravish you."

"You're going to ravish me?" I asked hopefully.

The look he sent my way promised that and more in the not-too-distant future, but he simply said, "Do me a favor, Johnny. See if you can find some broad leaves."

I bent to retrieve the torch. "Sure. How come?"

"I've got an idea about cooking the rest of this. I'll soak the leaves so they won't burn and wrap pieces of the meat in them. Then I'll bank the fire, bury them in the ashes and let them cook over night."

"Sounds like a good idea." I headed toward the chamber's opening.

"Be careful, kid."

"Shouldn't have a problem, Mr. Denham." I grinned at him over my shoulder. Little Kong was following close behind me.

I filched a piece of meat that had been skewered, blew on it, and popped it in my mouth. What was left of the carcass was now slowly roasting in the banked fire.

"Here, kid." My lover passed me a canteen, and I washed down my last mouthful with the cold water.

"This water tastes better every time I take a drink." I handed the canteen back to him. "I'm surprised at how cold it is, though."

"Skull Mountain is the tallest mountain on this island. I'm thinking it may rise so high that there's a snow cap at its peak. If a volcano is about to erupt, it might be melting the snow."

It made sense, but it wasn't a very comforting thought. "How much damage do you think it will do when it blows, Mr. Denham?"

"You're right, kid. The word is 'when', not 'if' like I'd been thinking. As to how much damage, well, I won't lie to you. I've heard of islands that are no longer there after one of these eruptions. We can only pray this won't be one of them."

I doubted that would do any good. Whatever deity there was had apparently stopped listening to my prayers a long time ago.

Then again, the man I loved more than life seemed to love me back. Maybe there really was a caring god.

I leaned against him and stifled a yawn.

"We'd better get some shut-eye, Johnny. Tomorrow will probably be as long as today."

The reminder of how very long the day had been caused me to yawn again. "I made the bed for us between Little Kong's bed and the wall."

"Good work, kid." He took a long swallow of the water and capped the canteen. I watched in fascination the single drop of water that clung to his upper lip. His tongue swept out to catch it.

My lips parted, and my tongue peeked out to mimic his actions. My breath became jerky.

I raised my eyes to find his fastened on my mouth. He tipped my chin up and fitted his lips over mine, and I forgot about what the future might hold.

For long moments we stood locked in that embrace. "You really are special, you know that, kid?" I was starting to believe him. "Come on, let's go to bed."

I woke from the nightmare gasping and shuddering, my face wet, although whether from sweat or tears I was unable to tell.

At my side, Carl Denham jerked out of a sound sleep. "Johnny. What's wrong, kid?"

"A dream," I said hoarsely, my throat sore from screams that were all the more frightening because they had been silent. I'd dreamed that my lover had been sliding feet first toward the molten lava. His shoes had melted, his trousers smoldered and then burst into flame, and his eyes had sought mine, filled with unspeakable agony.

This time there had been no Little Kong to rescue him at the last minute.

Frantic to reaffirm the fact that he was safe and alive, I launched myself at him, my arms clutching him in what had to be a painful grasp.

But I needed more than just that superficial contact. I tore open his trousers and dragged them down off his hips, then stripped off my own clothes, tossing my shirt and trousers away with frenzied disregard. >From somewhere I heard a sleepy, disgruntled complaint, but I was too wrapped in the fever of desire that had overtaken me.

I straddled my lover's thighs, taking a moment to savor the feel of the hair-roughened skin against my balls before I took his flaccid prick into my mouth. He wound his fists in my hair, which flowed loosely over his belly, and thrust shallowly into my mouth, taking care not to hurt me.

Within seconds his prick was rock hard and drops of his essence beaded at its tip. I hummed in satisfaction and dragged my tongue across the slit. His taste exploded on my tongue, and I began to suck the crown voraciously, rubbing the underside of his shaft with my tongue. He could utter nothing more than inarticulate sounds of pleasure.

As I nursed his prick, I nuzzled his groin, inhaling his scent and exhaling to ruffle the wiry hairs that surrounded his shaft. I rolled his balls gently, then stroked behind them to the shallow pucker that was his hole. I had never done that to him before, and I made sure to keep my touches light, but he shifted unexpectedly, and suddenly my finger was inside him to the first joint. He groaned and clenched around it, giving a massive shudder.

"Jesus, kid, is that what I feel like inside of you?"

I let him slip from my mouth, stricken. "Mr. Denham!" I tried to ease my finger from him.

"No, I like that, keep it there!" When it seemed that I was going to obey him, he relaxed. As soon as his grip loosened, I removed my finger. "Hey!"

"I'll hurt you." For once I refused to let him have his way. And as far as I was concerned, that was the end of it. I was sure that once the heat of passion had been quenched, he'd think twice about having any part of my body in him.

He squirmed under me restlessly, and I distracted him with a quick kiss while I ran a finger over the head of his prick, gathering up drops of his seed as they oozed out. He thought I intended to satisfy him orally, but I had something else in mind. Awkwardly, I reached behind and smeared his essence over my hole, then scooted back to take him in my mouth again.

My head bobbed up and down, leaving his shaft wetter and wetter after each passage. We had no lubricant and spit would have to do.

Again I let him slip from my mouth, and as I positioned myself above his groin, I ran the pads of my fingertips over his nipples. He arched up at the unanticipated caress, and his prick slid along the crevice of my ass, passing over my hole. I moaned and shivered and parted my ass cheeks. His prick was right where I needed it to be, at the entrance of my body, waiting to be engulfed.

"Johnny, what are you..." His voice became strident. "You aren't ready!"

"I'm always ready for you, Mr. Denham," I panted, starting to sweat. "Please, I have to have you inside me!"

He might have protested more, but I settled onto the thick velvet shaft, and his crown breached the ring of muscle that guarded my hole. With a little more force on my part, the rest of him slid in easily.

I whimpered, robbed of speech, and rose up on my knees until just the head of his prick was in my back passage, and then I sank down again until my balls were against his groin.

His palms cupped the curves of my ass cheeks, and he helped me find the rhythm that would bring us both maximum pleasure. He flexed his fingers, digging in so hard I knew there would be bruises come daylight, but I welcomed the reminder that he was alive.

"You're so hot and tight!" he groaned. "Oh, god, Johnny, I love you so much!" He thrust up. I could feel the flared head of his prick brush against my sweet spot, and it was my turn to groan.

I dropped my head to his chest and took a flat nipple between my lips. While my hips rocketed up and down, I suckled the rigid nub, rubbing and scraping the other with my fingers, causing him to buck under me, driving his prick even deeper.

My own prick was like a magnet pointing to the true North that was my lover. It was trapped between our bodies, and each movement abraded it until satisfaction became a shimmering promise just out of my reach, and I whined in frustration.

He slid his hand between our bodies and enclosed my prick in a snug grip, just holding it. Occasionally he would squeeze my shaft, but the pattern he chose was so unpredictable that I couldn't tell when he would tighten his hold. The fingers of his other hand stroked over the spot where we were joined, pressing against it, and incoherent sounds spilled from my mouth.

I couldn't last much longer, but that didn't matter. I needed this to be hard and fast, and that was how my lover gave it to me.

My movements became jerky, uncoordinated. Shudders rippled through me, and I moaned into his mouth as I climaxed, and my seed poured over his chest.

His arms slid around me, and I sank down onto his torso as he groaned and rocked up and drove his prick so deep into me that I knew I would be aching from the force of his possession for some time to come, and I welcomed it all, the ache and the burn and the possession.

I felt his prick quiver, felt his heat fill and scald me, and I ground my hips down against his groin and clenched inner muscles, milking the last drops of come from him.

Eventually our breathing began to slow to something approaching normal, and he softened enough to slide out of me.

He reached up and threaded his fingers through my hair. In the faint light of the moon, I could make out the way his eyes glittered. "You scared the living daylights out of me, you know that, kid?"

I thought of my nightmare, and I shuddered again. "I thought I'd lost you. I thought you were gone."

"It's oke, kid. I'm alive. We're both alive!"

"Yes." I tightened my arms around him and tucked my head under his chin.

"I meant it, you know; it wasn't just you letting me have my wicked way with you talking. I love you, Johnny. I never thought I could love anyone, but I love you."

This time I knew the moisture on my face was from tears.

"What the..." He felt my tears on his chest. "Hey, kid, you're not supposed to cry!"

I raised my head to gaze into his dark eyes, then gave him a watery smile and sniffed. "No one's ever said he loved me before."

"You poor kid." He settled me more comfortably on him.

"Let me up, Mr. Denham. We're going to be stuck together come morning."

"I want you to stay where you are." He angled my face up and smiled into my eyes. "If you're going to talk nonsense, I'll have to kiss your mouth shut."

"'And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!'"

"What in the Sam Hill is that?"

I peeked at him through my eyelashes. "Nonsense?"

He swatted my ass, laughing, and kissed me, but he quickly sobered. "You're never going to lose me, Johnny. I swear it!"

I fell asleep to him petting me.

"Johnny. Johnny!" The hand on my shoulder shook me gently. "Wake up, sleepy head!"

I smiled but didn't open my eyes. "Morning, Mr. Denham."

"Morning, kid." Warm lips covered mine, and I sighed into his mouth. The kiss was all-too-brief. He ran a damp cloth over my chest, clearing away the residue of our night's passion. Idly I wondered where he'd got it from. "Turn over, I want to check you." The cloth dabbed at my hole. "No tearing." His hand came down hard on my ass. "Don't you ever do that again!"

"Hey!"

The punishing palm caressed the cheek he had smacked. "How are you feeling, Johnny?"

I stretched to work the kinks out of my back and winced at the pull of muscles well-used the night before. "Good, Carl. A little sore, maybe, but real good."

He tossed aside the cloth, which turned out to be a piece of his shirt, and rose and offered me a hand. "Don't you ever do that again! I want to make love to you, but not at the risk of hurting you."

"I'm tougher than I look." I let him pull me to my feet.

He responded to that by snorting. "Get dressed before I'm tempted to swat you again!"

"As if you would!" I limped to the wall, where my trousers were clinging precariously.

"Yeah," he agreed ruefully. "As if I would."

I paused in the act of scrambling into my trousers. I wasn't about to embarrass him with a declaration of undying love, and then I realized that I wouldn't be embarrassing him. "Mr. Denham, out of everyone in this world, I'm glad that it's you I'm goofy for."

"Ah, kid." Dark red swept over his face, but he looked happy.

"Where's my shirt?"

There was a little questioning rumble, and we both turned to find Little Kong watching us, his eyes alive with interest. In his hand was my shirt, and I felt a furious blush color my cheeks. "Oh, no!" I groaned.

My lover chuckled. "I guess it was time to broaden his education anyway, kid. Come on. Put it on, and let's see about finding some breakfast. It's time we started back. I don't want the Skipper to worry."

"I'll refill the canteens. I hope there's water just as good near the camp."

Somehow I managed to get across to Little Kong that we needed to go West. He stared at me thoughtfully for a long minute, then headed in a northerly direction, skirting the area that had been ripped and torn by the tremors that had shaken the island, pausing from time to time until we could catch up with him.

It was a long, circuitous route, but we finally arrived at our campsite.

"Carl, are you sure this is the right banyan tree?"

"According to this compass it is, kid. Maybe they're out scouting the countryside again." He raised his voice. "Jimmy!"

"Hildy? Where are you, honey?" I was starting to get worried. The area under the roots of the banyan tree appeared deserted. There was no fire, nothing to indicate that four people... and Helstrom... had spent the night there. "Hildy!"

"Johnny! Johnny! A monster! Help us!"

"Hildy!" I started to run.

"Smitty! Denham!"

"Johnny!"

"Hold on a minute, kid!"

"We have to hurry, Mr. Denham!" I could hear the nerves in my voice.

"We've got no weapons!"

"Yes, we do! We have Little Kong!"

"You're right! He's big enough to take on anything this island can throw at us!"

"Little Kong, help us, please!"

Every line in the young animal's body was tense, as if he understood how desperate the situation was. His head tipped back, and his nostrils flared as he scented the air. He gazed around intently, then broke off a large branch and hefted it before heading off in the direction of Hildy's voice.

Little Kong quickly outdistanced us. We could hear him, though, as he tore through the underbrush, and we had no trouble following the path he left behind.

And then we began to hear coughing grunts, and Little Kong let out an outraged roar that caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end.

Growls and snarls rent the air, along with Jimmy's shouted, "What the fuck... Is that a baby Kong?"

By the time we got to the clearing where the battle royal had taken place, it was all over. The creature, whatever it was, was limping off as fast as it could, mewling in discomfort, its tail raised, and its head hunched forward. We could see the branch protruding from its ass, and in spite of myself I burst into slightly hysterical laughter.

Little Kong stood at the edge of the clearing staring after the creature, his fists clenched and his stance belligerent, growls still spilling past his curled lips. He raised his hand, and I blinked, unsure if he had made an obscene gesture.

"Smitty! Denham!"

We crossed the open expanse and stared up into the tree. Jimmy, the wireless operator, was in the notch, with Hildy held securely in front of him.

"Watch out!" Jimmy's warning was filled with panic as he pointed toward the far end of the clearing, and we whirled to face the newest danger.

Little Kong came sauntering back to us, smug pride in every line of his body, and he sat down with his back to me. He looked over his shoulder into my eyes, and then looked away. I grinned and began to knead the muscles beneath the thick pelt of fur.

"It's all right, Jimmy! Little Kong is with us!"

"Huh?"

My lover glanced toward me with a small smile. "He has a weakness for blonds, just like his old man." His next words were so soft only I heard them. "Just like me."

I blushed.

"Uh..." Jimmy's confusion was evident, even from where we stood. "Well, uh..." He cleared his throat. "Well, thank god you're here!"

"Are you all right, honey?"

"Yes, Johnny," Hildy called. "Jimmy tied us to the tree so we wouldn't fall out!"

"Smart going, Jimmy," my lover commended. "How long did that thing have you treed?"

"We've been up here since late yesterday afternoon. I thought it'd finally left, and I untied us. It's a good thing we weren't on the ground when it showed up again."

"Johnny, I really want to come down!" The little girl's tone was somewhat forlorn.

"Jimmy, can you manage, or do you want me to have Little Kong help you?"

"N... no thanks, Smitty. Just keep him away from us, oke?" He swung Hildy around so she could cling to his shoulders, then started to slide down the trunk.

Once they were on the ground, Jimmy tried to put himself between Hildy and the giant ape, but the little girl was having none of it. She stepped around him and reached for my hand.

"Will you introduce us, Johnny?"

"Sure, Hildy." I picked her up. "Little Kong, this is Hildy. Make nice, please, she's part of my family."

She reached out a fearless hand and scratched him under his chin, and once again his eyes slitted in pleasure, and he made a rumbling sound that was almost a purr. Hildy giggled in surprised joy.

Meanwhile, I listened with half an ear as my lover spoke with the wireless operator. "Why didn't you just shoot the blamed thing, Jimmy?"

"Couldn't, Denham. I dropped the rifle when that monster jumped us, and it stepped on it and broke it. Wait a second. Where's your rifle?"

"Our large friend got curious, and it's in two pieces on the other side of the island."

"Oh, sh..."

I turned to catch his eye and glanced from him to the little girl. He had the grace to flush.

"Sorry, Smitty. Oh, sugar," he substituted. He waited for my nod of approval before continuing. "This ain't a good situation, Denham."

"Tell me about it. Well, at least the Skipper still has his rifle."

"And Charley has his cleaver," I murmured. I put Hildy down.

"That's about the sum total of our weapons," my lover said wryly. "Skull Island has not treated them kindly."

"Don't tell me you lost your knife too, Smitty."

"No, but until Charley can put an edge on the blade, my shiv is just about useless. Listen, you two must be thirsty and hungry. Here." I uncapped my canteen and gave it to Hildy, and Mr. Denham passed his to Jimmy. "Have a drink, and then we'll go back to camp and rustle up some grub."

They both made pleased sounds as the cool water slid down their throats.

The ground trembled, and Hildy shivered. "It was doing that all night, Johnny."

"I know, honey." The tremors had been growing stronger with each successive one. I gave her a hug, hoping it would give her some comfort.

"Oh, damn. Oh, hell." Jimmy met my eyes, and I knew something bad had happened.

"What is it?"

"The knapsacks are all gone. Something must have taken them during the night. We have no food!"

"Yes, we do." My lover took some strips of roasted meat from his pocket and handed one to Jimmy. "Courtesy of Little Kong."

"Speaking of which, where'd he go?" Jimmy stripped the leaves from the meat and gave it to Hildy, then took another and did the same for himself. They both tore into them enthusiastically.

"I sent him to forage for more food."

Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief. "It's gonna take some time for me to get used to your pet, Smitty." He licked his fingers clean. "This was really good!"

"Halloo the camp!"

"Skipper! Charley!"

The two weary men made their way into the camp under the banyan roots. We offered them our canteens, and they took them gratefully.

"Helstrom didn't make it?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral. The Norwegian was nowhere in sight.

"He made it," Captain Englehorn growled between sips, "but only just."

Charley snarled, and I stared at him in surprise. I'd never seen the little Chinaman angry; he had always been cheerful and even-tempered.

"Charley was ready to separate his head from his shoulders. The damned fool caused us to lose our rifle; it was destroyed by a dinosaur, and... What's wrong?" He had seen the expressions of shock on all our faces.

"It looks like we're really in hot water now, Skipper," my lover told him grimly. "Our rifle is gone, and so is Jimmy's."

The Skipper opened his mouth. His brows beetled above his eyes, and he snapped his mouth shut. An old salt, he would have turned the air blue with invective if not for Hildy's presence.

"This isn't good."

"I know. We'll talk about it after you've eaten."

"We didn't find anything useful. No water, no game. Even salt pork would look good to me about now! Where are the knapsacks?"

"Something took them during the night." Jimmy went on to tell of their experience, and the Skipper's expression became grim.

"Then we have no food left."

"I wouldn't say that." My lover handed them the last of the meat.

"Fresh meat!" Both men were pleased. "Thank you, gentlemen. Obviously you've done better than we did."

"We had help, Skipper. Wait'll we tell you what we found! A little Kong!"

The Skipper turned pale. "Oh, dear god!"

"No, no, it's oke, Skipper. Little Kong has a soft spot for Johnny, and he's been helping us! He's the one who caught what you're eating!"

Charley stared at the meat in his hand, then shrugged and put it in his mouth.

The Skipper didn't seem so certain. "Are you sure he's... friendly?"

He'd been about to ask if Little Kong was tame, but no wild animal could be truly tame. The most we could hope for was mutual respect.

"He's saved our lives a couple of times."

The Skipper scrubbed his hands over his face. "Perhaps it would be best not to say anything in front of Helstrom."

"Speak of the devil..."

"Why didn't you wait for me?" Helstrom came staggering into camp.

I spat a naughty word, and Hildy looked at me reproachfully.

"Sorry, honey." I felt guilty for swearing in front of her.

"You're as bad as Jimmy," she admonished. And then she spoiled it by giggling.

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