Prison Island Ch. 21
Finding Morgan again was harder than he thought. After three weeks of scouting the woods for him, while taking care not to wander too far, he was starting to lose hope that he would find him. That filled him with a different kind of desperation. He needed to ask him to take care of Mouse, to make sure that he returned if not with them, at least in another way only Morgan knew of. He surely had the means. If only he could find him. But it could be that the man was no longer on the island, summoned back by his boss for some reason, and Francesco felt his despair growing with each passing day. Unlike before, he felt the passing of time going against him, not for him. He was fucking Mouse each chance he got, to prove to the redhead that he cared because he didn't know what else to do for now. They had let go of any shame. Always in the evening, by the fire, he climbed on top of his boyfriend and fucked him there, for everyone to see. The others often joked on their account, but Franc