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Ian and Dave had been floating around in the middle of the ocean for hours. Dave's legs burned, and he was worried they wouldn’t make it to land on time to save the fuckass little squirrels.
“Jeez, how long have we been out here?” Dave groaned, holding onto Ian’s pelican suit like a life preserver.
In all seriousness, It made Ian really nervous to be that close to Dave for that long of a time, Although he didn't understand why.
“If you don't stop whining like a little pussy I will personally do myself the honor of drowning you.” Ian shot back, irritated at the confusion within him.
He would never actually drown Dave, But he would also never say that out loud. Dave had big brown eyes and a smile that could light up a whole room. Ian had always been envious, and hadn’t been careful of letting it show.
“Do you always have to be so rude?” Dave questioned, exasperated at Ian’s attitude. He wished that just this once Ian could hold his comments. Ian rolled his eyes and they kept paddling in silence. Even though Dave’s legs felt like they were going to fall off, he was just desperate to get to land, and too tired to argue. Eventually though, Dave decided to say something.
“You know, I used to think I would never be able to forgive you for what you did to the chipmunks” Dave told Ian
“Why exactly are you telling me this?” He asked, confused as to why Dave mentioned it “Because I think I’ve changed my mind. I’ve come to understand that a person’s choices really dont define who they are” (he was thinking about the time that he was so hopped up on molly that he accidentally fucked his 17 year old cousin after thanksgiving dinner) “and I really want to forgive you, but you have to promise that you’ll never do something like that again. Ok?”
“I could honestly not care less about those rodents, so…ok I guess I promise” Ian said hurriedly, trying not to sound too eager.
Dave suppressed a smile, inexplicably happy that Ian had a change of heart. For some reason, it made him think of a childhood friend, the only person he felt had ever loved him. He quickly brushed away the thought and just decided to swim in silence for the rest of the way until they got to land. After a few more hours of swimming aimlessly, they finally spotted a little dot of something in the distance.
“Land!!!” Dave exclaimed, relieved that they would be able to finally rest before continuing their search for the retarded moles. When they finally got to the shore of the unfamiliar island, they were both exhausted. All Ian wanted to do was sleep, but Dave wanted to search for his kids. There was always the possibility they had ended up on the same island.
“Come on Dave, we should find a place to rest for the night so we dont pass out from exhaustion or whatever. Better safe than sorry.” Ian motioned for Dave to follow him and they started their trek for a place to set up camp.
It was extremely dark walking through the forest, and Ian stumbled, Dave catching him before he fell. But in the midst of catching him, Dave fell himself. He reached his arms in front of him to soften the fall. But then Ian heard a deafening crack, and Dave grabbed his wrist, clenching his buttocks and trying not to cry.
“Oh Em Gee!! Are you ok? That sounded painful!” Ian exclaimed, obviously worried but trying his hardest to conceal it.
“I'm fine.” Dave said, putting on a brave face. He hated being weak. It always ended in someone else getting hurt.
“How about we just stay right here for the night, I don't want you getting more hurt than you already are.” Oops. He said too much. He couldn't have dave knowing that he cared. So he just decided to shut his mouth and gather sticks and reeds to make a splint for Dave's wrist.
“What are you doing?” Dave asked, confused as to why Ian would ever want to help him.
“Trying to make something so you can be useful again and not some pissant slowing me down” Ian replied, feeling a little guilty for snapping at him, but immediately stuffing the feeling down and replacing it with irritation.
Dave blushed profusely, feeling foolish for thinking Ian would ever want to do something to help him out of the goodness of his heart. For some reason, he always felt like a fool around Ian, like he could never say what he felt without screwing up the words.
“Sorry…” Dave mumbled, and Ian stopped picking up sticks to look at Dave.
“Don’t apologise for being a good person. It's not your fault I fell. You just tried to do the right thing.” Dave felt a weird feeling in his stomach, not sure what to call it, and smiled at the ground.
After Ian gathered enough stuff for the makeshift splint, he squatted in front of Dave and motioned for him to hold out his arm. Dave’s cheeks felt hot as Ian grabbed his hand, tying the sticks in place to keep his arm straight and set the bone. He looked away, the pain being too much to handle. Ian felt his little guy start to rise, and his cheeks flushed. He quickly finished the splint and cleared his throat. Dave still had his eyes squeezed shut, but once he felt Ian’s hands leave his arm, he opened them and looked over.
“Does it look sturdy enough for you?” Ian asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
Dave smiled and thanked him, although he was sad the moment was over.
“Ian…you’re shaking! Your suit is still soaked through, isn’t it. Why didn't you say you were cold?” Dave felt a giddy grin cross his face. ah. The Ket must have kicked in. He was wondering when that silly little guy was going to decide to show up. He wasn't an addict, but he did appreciate a good drug here and there.
“Are you stupid? There's nothing I can do about my suit being cold, so why would I bitch about it?” Ian scolded, irritated that the smallest thing made him hard, and confused that it was Dave that had made him that way.
He wasn't gay, after all. Maybe it was just the suit grinding against him that had made it happen. Yes. That must have been it. It was annoying him too much, so he just decided to let it go and call it a night.