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The highstorm raged with ferocious intensity, hurling Teft and Tien through the Shattered Plains like discarded scraps. Minutes, days, however long it was until Teft finally stirred, sand crusted his beard and the salty tang of seawater filled his nostrils. He groaned, pushing himself up on elbows tattered through to his bare skin. The sky above was a bruised purple, the storm's fury spent, leaving only the crash of waves and the distant cry of seabirds.

"Tien?" Teft rasped, his voice hoarse from swallowed grit. He spotted his companion a few paces away, sprawled face-down in the shallows, dark hair matted and clothes torn. Tien was no longer the boy Teft remembered seeing at Kaladin’s side years ago; time had hardened him into a young man, the childlike roundness of his cheeks flattened into a youthful curve, with the quiet intensity of someone who"d survived too much. Teft scrambled over, flipping him onto his back. Tien coughed, spitting water, his dark eyes fluttering open.

"Teft... where..." Tien’s gaze sharpened, taking in the unfamiliar sights of the island’s shore, fringed by jagged rocks and dense, storm-lashed foliage. No sign of the warcamps, no Radiants or spren—just endless ocean.

"Lost," Teft muttered, helping Tien sit up. "Highstorm must’ve thrown us halfway across the storm-damned sea." They gathered what scraps of their gear they could: a sodden cloak, a dented canteen, Teft’s splintered spear luckily leaving them with the sharp end. Hunger gnawed, but survival came first. They trudged along the beach, the sun beating down as the day cleared.

Hours later, a figure emerged from the treeline. A man with a peg leg, clad in only ragged leather breeches and bare-chested otherwise. His face weathered like driftwood, dark hair with salty grey edges tied back with a strip of cloth. He carried a crude spear fashioned from driftwood, eyeing them with the wariness of a cornered animal. Izzy Hands, though they didn’t know his name yet, had washed ashore days earlier when his ship splintered against the reefs. Piracy’s end, or so he’d thought, until these two strangers stumbled into his makeshift camp.

"Who the fuck are you?" Izzy barked, his voice a gravelly snarl, accent thick with the sea’s bite. He planted his spear in the sand, muscles tensing under his skin.

Teft raised one hand and guarded Tien with his other, keeping his tone steady. "Bridge crew survivors. A nasty storm dumped us here. You?" Izzy's eyes narrowed, flicking over Tien, who stood a step behind, cheeks flushing under the scrutiny. Tien had always felt a pull toward men like these. Older, rough-hewn, carrying the weight of hard lives. Teft’s grizzled presence had stirred something in him during their marches, and now this newcomer, with his hairy chest and a goatee dark above the lips, salted at the chin, ignited a heat low in Tien’s belly.

"Shipwrecked," Izzy grunted after a long pause. "Name’s Izzy. Got fire, fish. Don’t cause trouble, and we won’t have any."

They shared the camp that night, the three of them around a crackling fire pit dug into the sand. Stories flowed with the rum Izzy had salvaged—tales of storms and battles, the Shattered Plains’ endless wars blending with Izzy’s yarns of cutthroat crews and a legendary kraken. Tien listened rapt, his gaze lingering on the way Teft’s callused hands gestured, or how Izzy’s peg leg shifted with a rhythmic thud. The air grew thick, charged like the prelude to another storm.

“Staring won’t make me tell you what happened to it,” Izzy said, shifting his peg leg once more. He’d donned a black shirt and leather vest after the sun went down. Leather never looked so good on someone.

“Sorry.” Tien blushed and began twirling fists of sand around a nice rock he’d found next to his leg.

“S’alright, lad. Lost it to a shark. Great white, biggest cunt of the sea.” Izzy puffed out his chest and paused for dramatic effect, waiting for their reactions.

Tien, meanwhile, exchanged a glance with Teft, who rubbed his chin and said, “what in Damnation is a shark?”

As they grew tired of words and the fire died to ash and embers, Tien shifted closer to Teft, his thigh brushing the older man's. "Teft... I..." He trailed off, heart pounding. “I thought we were dead to that storm. I’m afraid if I go to sleep, I won’t wake up. Can–can I sleep next to you?” Teft met his eyes, surprise flickering before understanding dawned. Izzy watched, a knowing smirk curling his lips.

"What’s this, then?" Izzy drawled, leaning in. "Boy has a hunger."

Tien’s breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he turned to Teft, cupping the man’s stubbled cheek and pulling him into a kiss. Teft stiffened for a heartbeat, flicking an eye towards Izzy, then groaned, his mouth claiming Tien’s with rough urgency. Their brush with death hadn’t only affected Tien, from the way he kissed back. Their lips melted together, tongues sliding hot and wet, Teft's beard scraping Tien’s skin as he sucked on the older man’s lower lip.

Izzy chuckled low, scooting closer on his good knee. "Room for one more?" Without waiting, he gripped Tien’s chin, tilting his head to capture his mouth in a bruising kiss. Tien moaned into it, tasting salt and smoke on Izzy's tongue, while Teft’s hands roamed his chest, yanking open his shirt to pinch at his nipples.

Izzy’s eyes fell, unable to watch any longer. Always someone else, never him. He took a swig of rum to dull the ache in his heart, and when he lowered the bottle, found Tien perched only inches away. “There’s room for one more,” the lad said. Without waiting, he gripped Tien’s chin, tilting his head to capture his mouth in a bruising kiss. Tien moaned into it, tasting salt and smoke on Izzy’s tongue, while Teft crawled over, hands roaming across Tien’s chest, yanking open his shirt to pinch at his nipples and press open-mouthed kisses all over his shoulders.

They tumbled onto the sand, the beach cool beneath them under the starlit sky. Tien arched as Teft broke their second kiss to trail bites down his neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. Two different hands, each twice his age, cupped Tien’s trapped erection. Izzy stripped Tien's breeches down, exposing his hardening cock, already leaking precum onto his stomach. "Eager little shit," Izzy murmured, wrapping a callused fist around Tien's shaft and stroking firmly.

Tien gasped, hips bucking. "Please, both of you..." His voice was wrecked, eyes dark with need.

Teft shed his own clothes, his thick cock springing free. He knelt between Tien's legs, lifting them over his shoulders. "Gonna fuck you first, lad," Teft growled, spitting into his palm to slick his length. “Ain’t got the patience for foreplay after the day we’ve had.”

Tien nodded frantically, reaching to cup the back of Izzy’s head and drag him down for another deep kiss, tasting his tongue as Teft pressed the blunt head of his cock against Tien's entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching Tien's tight hole around his girth. Tien whimpered into Izzy's mouth, his bottom lip a prisoner under a biting suck, the burn giving way to fullness as Teft bottomed out, balls resting firm and heavy against Tien's ass.

"Stormin’ fuck, so tight," Teft grunted, starting to thrust, deep, steady strokes that had Tien clawing at the sand. Izzy pulled back from the kiss with wet lips, shedding his clothes to reveal his own rigid cock, shorter but thick, curving upward. He straddled over Tien’s face, feeding the tip past his lips. "Suck it, boy."

Tien obeyed, hollowing his cheeks and clutching the older man’s thighs to take Izzy deep, tongue swirling around the salty head as he bobbed. Saliva dripped down his chin, mixing with the sweat beading on his skin. Teft's pace quickened, hips snapping forward, the wet sounds of skin on skin echoing over the waves. He leaned over Tien, capturing Izzy's mouth in a fierce kiss above him—their tongues dueled briefly before breaking apart, both men groaning at the shared rhythm.

With no other sounds save for the tide, Tien’s muffled cries grew desperate, his cock suddenly swallowed as Izzy hunched over to tend to him. The hot glide and slick sucking around him, along with Teft stroking his prostate with the blunt head of his cock, traded his cries for moans. Izzy fucked his mouth steadily, balls slapping his face while Teft gripped Izzy’s hair and pushed his head down until he could take no more. Tien felt his cock enter Izzy’s throat, only able to listen to the sputtering gasps as slick drool coated his shaft. Another sloppy round of kisses shared between the older men, before Izzy growled "switch," pulling his cock free from Tien’s wet embrace.

Teft withdrew reluctantly, his cock stiff as a spear and leaking from the tip. They flipped Tien onto his hands and knees, sand shifting under him. Izzy moved to take position behind him, rubbing his cock along Tien's crack but unable to find a stable angle due to his leg. He cursed in frustration before Teft snapped at him to get on his back. The sight below Tien was magnificent, a perfect blend of muscle, hair and tits to settle his hands on as he straddled Izzy’s lap.

A steady hand kept Izzy in place for Tien to sink down, his hole already nice and ready from Teft’s valiant efforts. Tien’s mouth fell agape, the new angle hitting deeper, brushing that spot inside him that made stars burst behind his eyelids. Izzy’s body went stiff under him, his eyes fixed on the place where he was buried inside Tien’s swirling ass. Unable to relax until Tien planted his hands on Izzy’s chest, leaned down, and swept his tongue along parted lips until Izzy rebounded and kissed with the same force of need as their previous kisses.

Teft, waiting patiently while stroking his cock, knelt over Izzy’s face, guiding Tien's head down to swallow him. Tien gagged at first, then relaxed, slurping greedily as Izzy began to meet his hips in fevered thrusts. The older men's hands roamed in tandem—Teft tweaking Tien's nipples, Izzy gripping his waist hard enough to leave bruises.

Tien fought for air and pulled back, several glistening saliva threads keeping his lips connected to Teft’s cock, a few more dripping down to muss Izzy’s goatee. Teft bent down to reward him with a ravenous kiss, cupping his drool-slicked chin before doubling over to steal a kiss from Izzy’s grunting lips before presenting his cock back to Tien.

The tremble in Tien’s body shook him, overwhelmed, his own cock throbbing untouched. "Gonna cum," he gasped when Teft released his fists of Tien’s hair.

"Not yet," Izzy snarled, pulling Tien’s hips down and holding him still. “Need to take you like I wanted. On your fucking knees.”

True to his word, Izzy sat forward and hugged Tien, flipping them over in a broken motion. Teft moved to face him, reminding him to keep his back curved and ass in the air, and Izzy settled into a mount that brought his cock back inside Tien with a ragged groan from all three of them.

Immediately, Izzy's thrusts turned brutal, peg leg digging into the sand for leverage as he chased release. Teft fisted Tien's hair, fucking his face with nothing left to hold back. Tien shattered first, cum spurting onto the beach in thick ropes, his hole clenching around Izzy. That set Izzy off. He buried deep and spat filthy words, flooding Tien's ass with hot spurts. Teft followed seconds later, attempting to pull out but lost in the suction and heat as he filled Tien’s mouth with cum.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breaths ragged, kisses turning lazy and sated. The deserted island stretched around them, but for now, the world narrowed to this. Sweat-slick skin, an ass doubly fucked and fully bred, the taste of cum, and the promise of more storms to weather together.