Daniel’s more scared of his feelings for Richard than being stranded on a tropical island.<br><br>When a business trip goes awry, it leaves Daniel and Richard stranded with more to contend with than just the problem of survival. What’s a man to do when he’s not sure whether to feel more frightened his feelings aren’t reciprocated than the threat of wild animals on the island?<br><br>He might get eaten ... but only if he’s extremely lucky.

Maneater

The sun had changed direction in the sky but Richard was right and the rocks next to the waterfall were warm and the air around them wonderfully cool. They sat side by side, naked, and shared some of the provisions Richard had brought. The rest of their supplies they left across the way. Through eating, Richard carefully set their rubbish aside to collect when they left. They sat in silence, enjoying the gentle spray from the waterfall.


Daniel thought over what had transpired between them. Of how Richard had let him take his pleasure. By heaven, he had needed that. Needed this—having Richard close. What happened next? Why hadn’t Richard chosen to fuck him? As rife as his mind was with these questions, for the next few minutes, he was content just to exist.


Chapter 11