Free The Island by Lisa Henry

wasn’t all feigned. This was torture.
    “Sorry, sir,” Lee murmured, and the sir made Shaw’s cock leap in his fist.
    Lee closed his eyes, clawing the sheets. He writhed, and it looked a lot like pain. Shaw, who kept hitting the boy’s hard prick with the back of his fist whenever he finished a rough downward stroke, knew exactly what it was. If he hadn’t been holding himself away from the boy’s ass with his weight awkwardly on his left arm, he would have reached down to help him out with that properly. Or, even better, he’d lie on his back with the boy riding his cock, and he could take care of himself. That image alone almost undid him.
    Christ. This was high school shit. Mutual masturbation without the mutual. It had never felt so unsatisfying. He’d never wanted it to end so quickly.
    Shaw fixed his eyes on Lee’s mouth and imagined those lips stretched around his cock. He imagined Lee, on his knees, looking up at him with those brilliant green eyes through his dark lashes.
    Lee swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, and Shaw came. His whole body jerked, and he pushed his hips forward. He felt Lee’s cock straining between their stomachs and gripped it before he could remind himself it was a bad fucking idea. He fastened his fingers around Lee’s hot shaft and stroked him once, twice, and that was all it took before Lee was jerking and shuddering and crying out as well. It sounded a lot less like pain this time.
    Shaw fell sideways onto the bed, panting. He wiped his hand on the sheet. He could feel Lee trembling beside him and resisted the urge to pull him into an embrace.
    He wondered what the fuck Vornis would make of the surprise ending to their little show. He wondered if Vornis had ever made the boy come. He glanced over at Lee and saw that he was crying now. Shaw felt guilt twist in his guts and shook it off.
    Tears would look good for the cameras.
    * * * *
    Shaw drew his laptop up onto the bed, turning onto his side so that it was shielded between his body and Lee’s. He made a show of checking news sites first, and stock prices and exchange rates. Nothing to see here, move along.
    Outside, the evening buzzed with insects. Shaw could hear the endless heavy roll of the ocean against the sand. God, it was so loud but so soothing at the same time. Everything here was contradictory. The island itself, so beautiful, so peaceful. So terrible. And Lee. Shaw couldn’t see the bruises in moonlight and shadow. Chose not to. Shaw pulled his gaze away with difficulty, before he felt compelled to touch. Before he ran his fingers down Lee’s gleaming torso. His fingers and his mouth, discovering Lee’s skin, his pecs, his nipples; following the dip in his sternum all the way down to his abdomen. To touch, to taste. Shaw squeezed his eyes shut as his cock stirred again.
    You’re smarter than this. Focus!
    There was only one way he could touch Lee in this place: want, force, take. That wasn’t a place Shaw wanted to go. Not with anyone, not ever. He had to draw a line somewhere.
    Focus.
    There was no new e-mail from Callie, but Shaw composed one: Lee Anderson. Info ASAP please . He deleted the second sentence after he read it. He knew he could trust Callie to make whatever he wanted her first priority. She was dependable. She was more than dependable.
    This strange world that they inhabited made their relationship even stranger. They were friends. They trusted one another implicitly. They shared custody of a dog. And they hardly saw one another.
    If you weren’t gay , Callie said all the time, and Shaw always followed up with, If you were a man…
    Shaw had never had a friendship that had lasted. They were impractical in his line of work. They could be dangerous. But Callie had made the transition from trusted colleague to trusted friend. It was such a relief, he supposed, to have someone who knew all his worst secrets and liked him and supported him despite them. Because Shaw surrounded himself with