△ a quickly spreading fire!
He hadn't expected something so typical to actually happen now he decided to actually go with Chris to Australia. His fear of getting stung by creepy crawlies together with his immense fear of snakes was forcing him to turn down every offer Chris gave him, until this summer, he finally said yes.
They'd been together for a year and a half now and Tom felt amazing. Every hand that he felt tug around his waist felt perfect, as did every single kiss, very touch, every fuck.
Somewhere along the lines of him going along, Chris had forgotten to mention that they'd go camping out in the bush. Mind you, with good tents, sleeping bags and bug sprays, but still, camping in Australia was hardly a dream of Tom's as the cons really tended to outweigh the pros, but Chris wasn't having it and so then ended up together in their tent.
"I can't sleep, I really... what if there are beasts in here that are going to kill me?" Tom asked, making Chris laugh, who had rolled atop of Tom.
"I checked the tent. There's nothing in here and no way of getting in here. I put bug spray all over this and there are scented rods all around this tent that bugs won't like, so trust me, you're not going to die," Chris reassured.
"Not even a little bit?" Chris had to laughed at that and shook his head.
"No, I've done this year in year out and only ever been bitten once," Chris said, figuring that showing the scar wouldn't be the best thing to do right now.
Tom nodded a little, sighing and ushering Chris to lie down again to lie against Chris. "No, no," Chris then spoke, moving his hands between them, their sleeping bag being a double one. He moved his hands down the front of Tom's pants suddenly, which made Tom moan out softly and relax immediately.
Tom was soon leaning back into the feeling of Chris' two hands working him down there, moaning out softly, shuddering a little as he made things feel sensitive.
Long, low moans Chris pulled out of Tom over and over again and he thought he might be getting close, when suddenly he begun to smell something.
"What's that?" Tom asked, ushering Chris' head out of his neck to smell too. Chris' eyebrows suddenly raised and he frowned.
"Shit, get up, we have to go," Chris said, pulling himself out of the sleeping back and grabbing quickly what they needed, shoving it into a bag, while putting his feet in his shoes. Tom quickly got his pants back up and did the same.
"What's going on?" Tom asked as he got up, pulling himself out of the tent but as he did that, his question didn't need to be answered. "Here I was, afraid of creepy crawlies and then this happens," he said, looking at the smoke that was clouding in the distance. "Do we need to run? What do we need to do?"
"Grab your things and run, yes," Chris said, grabbing hold of the bag and pulling the airbed out of it. The fleece sleeping bag would be too flammable to keep with them, but within only a few seconds the tent was back in the bag (it was one of those pop up ones that was brilliant for lazy campers). With their shoes on and their bags gathered together, they started to run as fast as they could.
"This really... can't be happening. Is this real life?" Tom asked as he followed Chris through the burning forest. He was running as fast as he could, even though the fire had not quite caught up with them yet. They were slightly faster than the fire was and they had a head start.
"Helicopters will be here soon," Chris said, knowing how these things went. Australia was famous for bush fires, after all. "I bet I've scared you out of Australia then," Chris panted as he ran.
"No... just forests, bushes, everything really. You've... yeah you've scared me out of Australia," Tom replied, still running for his life.