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Mikihisha's Easter Egg	By : OverlookedFile Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Dual Survival Views: 709 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the show "Dual Survival". I do not know Dave Canterbury or Cody Lundin. In no way is this any reflection on the real people or the show. I'm making no money off of this.

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It had been months since their disastrous trip in the Appalachians. His ribs had finally healed beyond even discomfort and the primitive skills expert had insisted proof on Dave's claim of having properly made fire with not much more than just two sticks and a tinder ball. With no camera crew or other entertainment personalities to intrude, Dave had agreed to accompany his co-host into the wild. He'd been torn on the idea to start with. The memory of Cody's seduction still sat heavily with him and he hadn't been able, yet, to come to terms with it.
At the moment, laying on his stomach with one leg curled up and his head cradled on his crossed arms, Cody was invoking every inch of the memory from that night. His ass was outlined to maximum benefit in his current position, hips raised ever so slightly, and his brawny arms were flexed, bringing his back muscles into high relief.
To say the least, it was highly distracting for the man who was trying to concentrate on the ages old art of fire-making. Every time he thought he might have just about succeeded, Cody would move with the softest of moans, and Dave would lose all focus and crack a knee against the ground where he knelt. He wasn't sure whether to feel like a predator, a big bad wolf tempted into pouncing on the unknowing deer, or like prey, the captivated mouse as it stared at the rippling muscles of the stretching lion.
“How's that fire coming, Dave?”
The military man scowled in response. “Just fine,” he replied stiffly. He shifted his posture, changing which knee was on the ground to avoid revealing himself to the other survivalist. “I got a take a leak, though. I'll be right back.”
He stood, turning his back in the process, and strode away from their campsite quickly. They'd camped not too far from a small stream and he made his way to it, contemplating the babbling water with his fists clenched. Had he made a mistake in coming here? He couldn't lie to himself and say he wasn't happily married, but he couldn't explain how quickly and deeply the man had gotten under his skin, either. The issue certainly wasn't the fact that Cody was a man, of course. He'd spent enough time under 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' in too many stressful situations to be rid of that phobia. For all that the military had problems with homosexuality, they sure did promote male bonding.
No, his fears were based on the uncertainty of it all. While he wasn't sure of his own motives, whether he wanted anything resembling a proper relationship or just stolen moments to relieve mutual stress or nothing at all, he didn't know what Cody wanted, either, or where knowing would even leave them. What if one of them decided he wanted no more contact at all, but the other wanted a relationship? Or, perhaps worse, what kind of awkwardness would it leave behind if neither of them wanted anything at all beyond that one night?
A splash to his left brought him rapidly out of his thoughts and he tensed, expecting the arrival or a predator. What he saw made his chest constrict far more readily. Cody had now divested himself of his last garment, his shorts, and now stood up to his thighs in the water.
“It got a little warm up there,” he said by way of explanation, cupping his hands in the water and splashing it over his shoulders.
Dave swallowed, trying to tear his eyes away from the man's body, but every time he succeeded in doing so he found himself inexorably drawn back to the sight. The water ran down the hard muscles in glistening droplets, the chill of it making his nipples stand out sharply from his chest. Cody continued, drawing the cold water down his arms and over his back, even going so far as beginning to reach for one of his braids. It was harder yet for the other man to suppress a growl as he watched the lengthy, brown locks cascade down the big man's back. By the time the second braid had been undone and Cody had knelt to submerge himself, Dave had made the decision not to hesitate any longer.
In just a few steps Dave was able to close his hand on the other survivalist's shoulder and he grabbed the man's chin, quickly tilting his head back. Cody had no chance to react before Dave was leaning forward, capturing his mouth roughly and parting his lips with his tongue. Cody responded at once, reaching up to cup the back of Dave's neck, and let himself lean back against the other man's legs. The hand on Cody's shoulder slid down and under his arm and Dave lifted him bodily to his feet. A surprisingly graceful turn on Cody's part kept them in lip contact and they stumbled toward the bank where lush grass waited. Dave broke away long enough to push his partner to the ground on all fours and reached for his belt, whipping it off and dropping it aside as he eyed the other man hungrily.
“It's about time,” Cody laughed and shifted his hips, drinking in the sight of man so intently focused on him.
Dave's eyes narrowed as he stripped of his shirt and boots. “I knew it,” he growled, the sound making Cody shiver just a bit. “I knew you were being a tease."
Not sure how to word a response to that, Cody just shrugged and wiggled his hips while suppressing a broad grin. Dave couldn't get his clothes off fast enough, nearly ripping the zipper out of his pants as he began moving forward. The chill of Cody's slick skin set fire racing up Dave's spine as he ran his hands over the man and he buried his face in the back of his shoulder, reaching down wrap a hand around himself.
“I don't like being teased,” Dave murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
Cody rested his forehead against the ground and tried not to smile even as he stretched his legs apart and pushed back. The moment Dave began to push in, he gasped and stopped moving, eyes widening just a bit. He could only stare at the other survivalist, his mind absolutely shut down by the realization that Cody had already prepared himself. The lube, warmed by body heat, readily eased Dave's progress and he buried himself with a groan. He held still a moment, savoring the sensation and what the whole situation meant for their relationship. Dave was still for so long that, for a moment, Cody almost thought something had gone wrong, that there were second thoughts. He was already stretched, just one step away from purring with the delicious feel of it, and he flexed, rocking back on his knees to encourage his partner.
“You're doomed, you know,” Dave groaned, head tilted back as he slammed forward, hands digging into Cody's shoulders and dragging his body against him.
“Good,” was all he could manage before speech became a lost cause and he arched, turning his head so he could watch his new lover's expression. The predatory part of him exhilarated in knowing he had well and truly captured his prey. The rest of him, however, was too caught up in the feel of being complete, of having the other man fucking him with such passion as couldn't be mistaken.
The first strike against his prostate left him seeing stars and he moaned, sagging against the ground and trembling with the intensity. Reading his partner correctly, Dave repeated his thrust over and over, fighting himself not to close his teeth on the back of Cody's neck as his climax drew ever closer. He reached down, closing his hand around Cody's hard cock, and pulled firmly, running his thumb across the tip and down the underside across the sensitive vein.
With another noise of enjoyment, Cody bucked. A few more strokes as the primitive skills expert tensing all over, his orgasm draining the strength out of him so that he collapsed fully with a sated sigh. Dave pulled out, giving himself just a few quick tugs before he, too, painted the grass. He flopped to the side on his back, head tilted back and eyes closed as he attempted to breathe deep. Their senses had only just stopped swimming as they turned their heads to look at each other.
“I suppose,” Dave huffed, catching his breath, “that this'll be a more frequent things from now on.”
“That'd be nice,” was Cody's only reply as he turned and curled against Dave's side, pillowing his head against the man's shoulder.
Taken aback, Dave's surprise melted into contentment and he wrapped an arm around the other man's shoulders. A soft chuckle rumbled up from his chest. Perhaps, just maybe, a relationship wasn't out of the question after all.
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