Past Lives - The Letter
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sonora_conejaPairing: Face/Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Summary: A continuation of the little pirate AU I’ve been playing with, on and off. This is more or less a teaser for a fic![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stackcats has asked for, and since she’s leaving us for a while, I thought I’d throw up a bit for her now!
John Smith’s received a letter that’s troubled him greatly. When Templeton wakes without him, he goes to investigate...
Templeton woke with a start in the darkness, and for a moment, could not remember where he was. Then there was the creak of wooden beams around him and the soft snores next to him and the forehead pressed to his back and the softness of the sheets below him, and he remembered.
John’s ship.
Home.
But John wasn’t here with him.
He turned, looking over his shoulder at the man against him. Henry, the captain’s trusted bosun, the man whose power he’d recently usurped, as John declared him first mate. Second in command. The older pirate hadn’t minded, though, even offered to let Templeton fuck him after the celebrations had died down that evening. And as he’d held his dark-haired friend, chests together, kissing, thrusting into him with as much care as his arousal had allowed, Templeton had felt John’s eyes on him, watching him.
It’s right for you to be my second, Templeton my lad. How strong you have grown...
Templeton didn’t like to think of himself as he’d been almost two years ago. Destined to be a secretary or a scribe, some sniveling wretch tied to a desk and some soft woman for the rest of a mean, inconsequential life. He wasn’t that boy anymore, not at all. He’d grown, just as his captain said, he’d changed, he’d become...
But John wasn’t there, and a sudden shot of fear ran through Templeton. Why would John have left them? Had it anything to do with that strange letter they’d received a week past, the one with the huge red seal that had turned the captain white? He’d been so strange since then...
He swung himself out to the edge of their bunk, and his bare feet touched down on the smooth boards below. With a yawn, he reached over for a blouse, discarded over the back of a nearby chair. John’s, Templeton realized, and he inhaled deeply of the bleached white linen as he slipped it over his head. It’d be long enough to cover him to mid-thigh, he knew from experience, and that was more than good enough on their craft. Good enough to good looking for his captain, and Templeton shifted to leave.
Steely fingers grabbed his wrist though, and Templeton, turned to find himself staring down into a pair of blinking, sea-green eyes. “Temp?” he asked softly.
The Virginian took his friend’s face in his hands and kissed him softly, slowly, as he so loved it. Each of his lovers was so different, but HM preferred it like this. Easy, with much love but no surprises, keeping him on an even keel while flying him to heaven. He played with HM’s earrings as he pulled away. “Go back to sleep, Henry. I am off to find the captain.”
He got a nod in return, and as Murdock sank back into the bunk, Baracus’ dark arms reached out in sleep and pulled him back in. Such a warm little nest, and Templeton thought for a moment about trusting that John knew what he was about, that he merely wanted a free moment to think, and snuggling back in there with his lovers instead of looking for the man. But there was not a chance of that happening - John was not where he belonged, and for this to be true, something had to be bothering him.
He didn’t have to go far, though. The second he pushed fully out of the recessed bunk, he realized that there was a slight, cold breeze coming through their airy cabin from the balcony, smelling faintly of sweet tobacco. John had gone outside, and Templeton smiled.
He opened the door as softly as he was able, the heavy glass and wood thing sliding silently on well-oiled hinges, and padded out on quiet feet. There John was indeed, naked, long silver hair loose around his shoulders, knee up, one elbow laid down on the top of the rail, pipe in hand, glowing faintly in the night, the stars bright above the quiet sea below.
Templeton had seen him at the helm of his ship, in smoke and fire, cutlass in hand, above him in love-making, and nowhere, in no activity, did John Smith seem more in his element, more at peace, more himself, than he did in contemplation. It was one of the many, many things that the younger man loved in the older.
But as he stood there and watched John smoke his pipe, he realized that there was no peace in his captain that night. No, no peace, nothing settled.
Then John turned, pushing his hair out of his face, and smiled in the light of his pipe. “Templeton, sweet lad, you should return to HM and Baracus. It’s cold out tonight.”
“That it is,” the first mate replied, moving away from the door, out onto the balcony of their ship. “But you are out here, baring yourself to the sea.”
“Are you jealous of her, my lad?”
The Irish lilt in his lover’s voice sent a thrill through Templeton, just as it always did, and he let one of his hands trail along the salt-slicked railing as he slowly closed the distance, swaying his hips just a little. “I am jealous of any who touch you. Any woman, any man, who touches my captain’s body,” he murmured. “Anything that touches your heart so deeply that it takes you away from me...”
John breathed deep of the night air, lust making his blue eyes luminous, and he reached out for his own blouse, dragging Templeton closer still. He did not speak, but his manhood twitched, his lips parted.
The first mate smirked in triumph, and reaching up, laid aside John’s pipe, his hand over his captain’s.
“What was in the letter, m'lord, to trouble your thoughts tonight?”
John sighed, and leaned his head back, arched against the rail, hair streaming down, looking up at the stars above them. “Yes, lad, that letter...”
Templeton slid his free hand up the older man’s chest, feeling that strong heart beating fast. “Yes, captain, the letter, the letter with the scarlet seal.”
“What letter?” John smiled, and circled his first mate’s neck with a big, sea-rough hand, bringing their mouths almost together into something that was not quite a kiss, but had Templeton’s body singing nonetheless. “I have completely forgotten about it.”
“John...” Templeton groaned, torn between wanting what his captain was offering, and demanding his answer, both choices dancing on the knife-edge of his desire. And he did desire his captain, always, anywhere, no matter if he had gone a round with Baracus before bed that very night. No matter anything else. This man standing proud and strong in front of him, scarred but unbroken, commanded his body, commanded his very soul. “John, please...”
And then teeth scraped along the pulse of Templeton’s neck, biting just a little. Then harder. Then deeper. Then moving. “You know how I love it when you beg, lad. Beg for me...”
“Oh, hellfire, John...” he replied, unable to formulate words as his lover, as everything he was, began to overwhelm him. “John...”
The pirate captain smiled at him, the pipe clattered to the deck, tobacco spilling, and Templeton whimpered as a hand slipped to cup his balls, teasing along the underside of his rapidly filling cock. “Yes?” he asked innocently. “What is it?”
“You know damn w-well...what it is...” the first mate gasped as John’s mouth peppered him with kisses, and that other big hand took up one of his nipple rings through the fine material of the blouse, tugging ever so slightly. He had hated the thought of getting those at first, but HM had pleaded and Baracus confessed to wanting to see it, and the little gold rings had quickly become one of John’s favorite things. Not to mention the erotic sensations they produced, how quickly they sent him spiraling over the edge, or how they could be used to draw out his orgasm, to prolong the experience, Baracus' dark hand playing as HM kissed him so fervently, John watching in approval...
“You must tell me, Templeton,” his captain growled, low, possessive, tugging a little harder, and Templeton shivered. “Tell me, lad, tell me...”
“John, please...” he said helplessly. “Please.”
That hands around him tightened deliciously, spreading out to hold the edges of his ribs tightly, and Templeton whimpered involuntarily as John dropped them both to their knees.
“Please what, my love? Shall I do this to you?” the pirate captain purred, and that finger was playing along the soft skin between his balls and his entrance, still slick and loose from the evening’s play. “Is that what you desire?” He slipped a finger into that grasping ring, and Templeton moaned, arching against the fur of his lover’s chest, feeling it through the thin fabric of his lover’s blouse, the ties loosened now and the neck falling open, exposing one of his nipples to John’s questing teeth. “Is that what my sweet lad requires of me?”
The younger man shuddered as that gold ring was sucked in once again, as that skillful digit circled, and he dropped his forehead to his lover’s shoulder, thoughts skittering away from him. What had he come out here for? What had he been worried about? “That, John, yes...”
“And more, my love?” John growled in his ear, sitting back over his heels, drawing Templeton forward towards his burgeoning manhood, iron-hard and burning. A pillar of flesh risen for his pleasure, risen in response to him, Templeton thought, marveling again at how he could bring this extraordinary man to this state.
His own cock brushed against fine silver hair and tanned skin, drooling eagerly as John’s hands urged him up, urged him over his bent-back thighs, straddling them. Easing him into one of those positions he had studied so thoroughly during his tutelage these two years past. Struggling to breath, Templeton reached back and wrapped a hand around his lover’s silky shaft, clung to John’s neck and shoulders with the other, readying himself to slip down, to sheath his lover deep within himself. But he could not quite find the angle, could not get that magnificent cock in his hand to line up where it needed to...
“Sweet lad,” the captain said, running a hand along the back of Templeton’s buttocks, down his thigh, trembling with the effort of holding himself just so, aroused as he was, and those strong fingers twined with the younger man’s, around his own cock. “Here, let a master show you...”
Templeton’ s lips parted urgently, letting escape a small, womanish whimper that John devoured with a kiss. The blunt head of the pirate captain’s cock was right at his rose, just threatening to push through, a horrible tease.
“Is that the spot, Templeton?”
“Oh, John, John, yes, there...” he moaned, squeezing his hand around the throbbing cock, pressing his own forward as much as he could, needing it the friction, needing the contact, needing everything his lover could give him...
“Then move your hand away, my love,” John murmured in his ear, holding him tightly, voice like silk over washed stones. “Move your hand away and I shall give you what you desire.”
Shaking a little, his own greedy body already begging for release after the barest of foreplay, Templeton opened his hand, laying it instead on John’s waist, holding himself close, still holding himself up.
“Now put me back where I belong,” his lover urged, thrusting up barely enough to sink through that ring of muscle. “Take me into your heart, my love...”
Their eyes locked and Templeton smiled as he relaxed, as he fell onto his lover’s cock, as John guided him down.
No matter how stretched he still was from the night, no matter how many times he took his captain into himself in this manner, Templeton still felt it, still felt everything. Every smooth inch of his lover’s cock, every beat of blood through his lover’s veins, every nip of his lover’s teeh along his collarbone as they shuddered and clung and came together. And he groaned at the depth of it all as his buttocks touched to tops of John’s own straining thighs.
“Oh fuck, m’lord,” he moaned, moving just a little, hips swaying ever so slightly, reverting to the title he always gave to John, when they were joined like this, the title that had been known to drive the older man senseless with lust. “Oh...”
“Move your hands to my shoulders, lad,” he said, rubbing warm circles along the night-cooled skin of Templeton’s back, up under the linen of the blouse as the younger man bit his lip, trying to fight down the pressure in his belly, the tightening in his balls, threatening already. “Move them up, there’s a good lad.
He managed it, and then John thrust up once, good and proper, and Templeton whined deep in his throat, letting his head fall down to that strong shoulder.
“Sweet boy,” John murmured, gentle and feral at the same time. His body was thrumming, that insatiable need for action coursing through him wholly, and Templeton wanted to feel that again. “So desperate for me, are you not? But tell me, Templeton, what you desire. Tell me, lad...”
“Please, m’lord,” he begged, feeling heat flush his cheeks, trying to fight back against his orgasm. Just having John inside him like this, that pillar of flesh driven into him, the pressure unbearable and beautiful and everything, everything he only ever wanted... “please, by hell, please take me, please fuck me...”
“Your wish, my lad,” and John’s hands tightened around his waist and John’s hips bucked up into him, and Templeton had to muffle his scream in the man’s skin. “Like so?”
He groaned, and John chuckled, and then it began in earnest.
The captain set a punishing rhythm from the start, the same rhythm every time, the one Templeton had learned so well over the past two years, driving his hips up while holding the younger man’s down, that thick, hungry cock plowing as deep and as high into him as possible. Every single time. John was rarely gentle with him, never gentle, but Templeton loved that about him. Loved the way his big hands encircled him, loved the way his big cock split him, loved it, loved it all.
He was gasping on every upstroke, the angle changing each time until the head of John’s cock found that nub, deep inside, and then Templeton was screaming. He couldn’t help it, not at all, never had been able to, not from the first...and John was returning those sounds, his own groans mixing in, deeper and quieter and no less intense, taking them high, out of control as the younger man drove his hips down each time John drove up. And then Templeton caught his own my sweet Templeton amongst the cries and it threw him over the edge, falling off the end of the world. The captain’s blunt teeth crashed through the soft skin of his neck, and a hot rush filled him. Templeton heard himself crying out John’s name, again and again, as his climax tore loose from him, splattering the hot space between them, muscles clenching down tight around John inside him, milking his lover for all he was worth, taking it all in, wanting it, wanting it all...his vision blacked, his hands around John’s neck went soft, but it was fine that he was falling, because John was there to catch him.
John was there with him...
“John,” Templeton asked when he was able, when sense had returned to him and he could register the soft swipes against his chest, his lover cleaning them both with the blouse, the salt-slick expanse of deck beneath his back, when he was staring up at the stars, at the tiny sliver of gray beginning to form on the edge of the world. “John, what was in that letter?”
There was a long pause, and then, just as the first mate began to despair that he would have to go unsatisfied, John laid a hand on his flexing abdominals. “My sweet, clever lad...” he murmured affectionately. “Ever the conman, aren’t we?”
Templeton gripped at John’s shoulder. “You are all out of sorts on account of this piece of parchment, m'lord. Please, tell me what it is, how I may assist...”
“It was an invitation from Commodore Morrison,” John said softly, after a momentary pause. “He has a proposal for me, or so the letter would claim. Something that would clear my name of the crime I was wrongfully convicted of, so many years ago. I am to meet with him a fortnight from now, where we shall discuss the terms of his offer...”
Stiffening a little, Templeton rolled into John further and stared. Commodore Morrison? The man in command of the fleet in these waters? He was a legend, a feared and uncompromising man. The younger man was stunned. “A pardon? Would that mean you were no longer a pirate, m'lord? Would you return to the Royal Navy?”
That got him a laugh. “Hardly, Templeton. I suspect it is a commission as a privateer for His Majesty. I would not leave you boys, this life, behind me for anything...”
“And me, m'lord, would you leave me behind?” he asked softly, trailing soft fingers up John’s bare chest. The thought of losing this man, all they had together...it terrified him.
“You least of all, Templeton,” he murmured, and placed a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to the curve of the younger man’s neck. “And I shall not go to see the commodore unless you agree to it, both as my right hand and as...as my mate.”
“As your mate?” Templeton whispered back, a little taken aback by the enormity of that, by the soft blue of John’s eyes, staring back into him. But why would John need his permission in that regard? Would he ask the same thing of HM, of Baracus? Why was that so critical? “I do not own you, m'lord, I do not command you. You own me, you command me. Where you sail, I sail too,” and he laid a hand right over his captain’s heart. “Even to the ends of the earth, to the gates of Hell itself, I will follow.”
John chuckled, and ran his fingers through Templeton’s thick hair. “Barbados, sweet lad. That is all I shall ask of you now, if you will come.”
“I will, my love, anywhere,” he sighed, and moved up to lay his cheek against his captain’s chest, fingers working softly in the way he knew the older man loved. “Even to Barbados.”
That got a laugh out of John, a warm, wonderful laugh, and those strong, heavy limbs wrapped up around him. “Then we will off to Barbados, my love.”
“Soon as the sun rises, m'lord, if we are to make your fortnight.” Templeton lifted his eyes to the horizon. “Look, your sailing is not so far off.”
John laughed again, and rolled them both over, pinning Templeton to the deck with his lean body, silver hair falling down around them. “My sweet lad,” he murmured, something akin to awe in his voice. “My beautiful boy...”
“All yours, m’lord.” The younger man lifted his chin, neck pulled taught, knowing how evident the white scar of John’s mark was like this. “Always ever only yours.”
Those keen blue eyes watched him for just a moment, and then, running a hand between the deck and the back of Templeton’s head, lifting ever so slightly, John kissed him. Tender, more tender than Templeton could ever remember him being, and when it ended, it left him swimming.
“You touch my heart, Templeton, unlike any man I have ever know,” the pirate captain said softly, and rose with that unconscious grace of his, offering a hand. “But for now, let’s see you dressed and on deck. I admit I have an untoward fondness for you in those boots of yours...”
“Do you now?” the first mate laughed, and let John draw him up. “It’s heartwarming to know that my efforts to dress just so for you do not go unnoticed.”
“On the contrary, my lad, I notice every detail,” John replied softly, and kissed him again.
So gentle, and there was something about that that sent a tremor of fear through Templeton’s heart. Some premonition, perhaps, about what would await them in Barbados, about why his lover would so readily accept an invitation from a commissioned officer in His Majesty’s navy...but for now, being able to stand here with him, the ocean breeze caressing their naked skins, the sun rising on the rim of the world, they were free. Free from everything. All concerns, all worries, the past and the future, inconsequential. This life John had given him? He loved it fiercely, almost as fiercely as the man himself.
Don’t borrow trouble, he told himself, and overcome with a sudden need he could not put words to, grabbed John’s shoulders and pulled up onto his tiptoes, kissing him as hard as he could, putting everything he felt into it. And it must have come through, for when he pulled away, the pirate captain was trembling.
“Whatever awaits us there in Barbados, m’lord, you must come back to us,” Templeton said urgently, playing with a bit of his lover’s long silver hair. “You must return to me.”
“I could never leave you, my love,” John replied, and kissed him back.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Summary: A continuation of the little pirate AU I’ve been playing with, on and off. This is more or less a teaser for a fic
stackcats has asked for, and since she’s leaving us for a while, I thought I’d throw up a bit for her now!John Smith’s received a letter that’s troubled him greatly. When Templeton wakes without him, he goes to investigate...
Templeton woke with a start in the darkness, and for a moment, could not remember where he was. Then there was the creak of wooden beams around him and the soft snores next to him and the forehead pressed to his back and the softness of the sheets below him, and he remembered.
John’s ship.
Home.
But John wasn’t here with him.
He turned, looking over his shoulder at the man against him. Henry, the captain’s trusted bosun, the man whose power he’d recently usurped, as John declared him first mate. Second in command. The older pirate hadn’t minded, though, even offered to let Templeton fuck him after the celebrations had died down that evening. And as he’d held his dark-haired friend, chests together, kissing, thrusting into him with as much care as his arousal had allowed, Templeton had felt John’s eyes on him, watching him.
It’s right for you to be my second, Templeton my lad. How strong you have grown...
Templeton didn’t like to think of himself as he’d been almost two years ago. Destined to be a secretary or a scribe, some sniveling wretch tied to a desk and some soft woman for the rest of a mean, inconsequential life. He wasn’t that boy anymore, not at all. He’d grown, just as his captain said, he’d changed, he’d become...
But John wasn’t there, and a sudden shot of fear ran through Templeton. Why would John have left them? Had it anything to do with that strange letter they’d received a week past, the one with the huge red seal that had turned the captain white? He’d been so strange since then...
He swung himself out to the edge of their bunk, and his bare feet touched down on the smooth boards below. With a yawn, he reached over for a blouse, discarded over the back of a nearby chair. John’s, Templeton realized, and he inhaled deeply of the bleached white linen as he slipped it over his head. It’d be long enough to cover him to mid-thigh, he knew from experience, and that was more than good enough on their craft. Good enough to good looking for his captain, and Templeton shifted to leave.
Steely fingers grabbed his wrist though, and Templeton, turned to find himself staring down into a pair of blinking, sea-green eyes. “Temp?” he asked softly.
The Virginian took his friend’s face in his hands and kissed him softly, slowly, as he so loved it. Each of his lovers was so different, but HM preferred it like this. Easy, with much love but no surprises, keeping him on an even keel while flying him to heaven. He played with HM’s earrings as he pulled away. “Go back to sleep, Henry. I am off to find the captain.”
He got a nod in return, and as Murdock sank back into the bunk, Baracus’ dark arms reached out in sleep and pulled him back in. Such a warm little nest, and Templeton thought for a moment about trusting that John knew what he was about, that he merely wanted a free moment to think, and snuggling back in there with his lovers instead of looking for the man. But there was not a chance of that happening - John was not where he belonged, and for this to be true, something had to be bothering him.
He didn’t have to go far, though. The second he pushed fully out of the recessed bunk, he realized that there was a slight, cold breeze coming through their airy cabin from the balcony, smelling faintly of sweet tobacco. John had gone outside, and Templeton smiled.
He opened the door as softly as he was able, the heavy glass and wood thing sliding silently on well-oiled hinges, and padded out on quiet feet. There John was indeed, naked, long silver hair loose around his shoulders, knee up, one elbow laid down on the top of the rail, pipe in hand, glowing faintly in the night, the stars bright above the quiet sea below.
Templeton had seen him at the helm of his ship, in smoke and fire, cutlass in hand, above him in love-making, and nowhere, in no activity, did John Smith seem more in his element, more at peace, more himself, than he did in contemplation. It was one of the many, many things that the younger man loved in the older.
But as he stood there and watched John smoke his pipe, he realized that there was no peace in his captain that night. No, no peace, nothing settled.
Then John turned, pushing his hair out of his face, and smiled in the light of his pipe. “Templeton, sweet lad, you should return to HM and Baracus. It’s cold out tonight.”
“That it is,” the first mate replied, moving away from the door, out onto the balcony of their ship. “But you are out here, baring yourself to the sea.”
“Are you jealous of her, my lad?”
The Irish lilt in his lover’s voice sent a thrill through Templeton, just as it always did, and he let one of his hands trail along the salt-slicked railing as he slowly closed the distance, swaying his hips just a little. “I am jealous of any who touch you. Any woman, any man, who touches my captain’s body,” he murmured. “Anything that touches your heart so deeply that it takes you away from me...”
John breathed deep of the night air, lust making his blue eyes luminous, and he reached out for his own blouse, dragging Templeton closer still. He did not speak, but his manhood twitched, his lips parted.
The first mate smirked in triumph, and reaching up, laid aside John’s pipe, his hand over his captain’s.
“What was in the letter, m'lord, to trouble your thoughts tonight?”
John sighed, and leaned his head back, arched against the rail, hair streaming down, looking up at the stars above them. “Yes, lad, that letter...”
Templeton slid his free hand up the older man’s chest, feeling that strong heart beating fast. “Yes, captain, the letter, the letter with the scarlet seal.”
“What letter?” John smiled, and circled his first mate’s neck with a big, sea-rough hand, bringing their mouths almost together into something that was not quite a kiss, but had Templeton’s body singing nonetheless. “I have completely forgotten about it.”
“John...” Templeton groaned, torn between wanting what his captain was offering, and demanding his answer, both choices dancing on the knife-edge of his desire. And he did desire his captain, always, anywhere, no matter if he had gone a round with Baracus before bed that very night. No matter anything else. This man standing proud and strong in front of him, scarred but unbroken, commanded his body, commanded his very soul. “John, please...”
And then teeth scraped along the pulse of Templeton’s neck, biting just a little. Then harder. Then deeper. Then moving. “You know how I love it when you beg, lad. Beg for me...”
“Oh, hellfire, John...” he replied, unable to formulate words as his lover, as everything he was, began to overwhelm him. “John...”
The pirate captain smiled at him, the pipe clattered to the deck, tobacco spilling, and Templeton whimpered as a hand slipped to cup his balls, teasing along the underside of his rapidly filling cock. “Yes?” he asked innocently. “What is it?”
“You know damn w-well...what it is...” the first mate gasped as John’s mouth peppered him with kisses, and that other big hand took up one of his nipple rings through the fine material of the blouse, tugging ever so slightly. He had hated the thought of getting those at first, but HM had pleaded and Baracus confessed to wanting to see it, and the little gold rings had quickly become one of John’s favorite things. Not to mention the erotic sensations they produced, how quickly they sent him spiraling over the edge, or how they could be used to draw out his orgasm, to prolong the experience, Baracus' dark hand playing as HM kissed him so fervently, John watching in approval...
“You must tell me, Templeton,” his captain growled, low, possessive, tugging a little harder, and Templeton shivered. “Tell me, lad, tell me...”
“John, please...” he said helplessly. “Please.”
That hands around him tightened deliciously, spreading out to hold the edges of his ribs tightly, and Templeton whimpered involuntarily as John dropped them both to their knees.
“Please what, my love? Shall I do this to you?” the pirate captain purred, and that finger was playing along the soft skin between his balls and his entrance, still slick and loose from the evening’s play. “Is that what you desire?” He slipped a finger into that grasping ring, and Templeton moaned, arching against the fur of his lover’s chest, feeling it through the thin fabric of his lover’s blouse, the ties loosened now and the neck falling open, exposing one of his nipples to John’s questing teeth. “Is that what my sweet lad requires of me?”
The younger man shuddered as that gold ring was sucked in once again, as that skillful digit circled, and he dropped his forehead to his lover’s shoulder, thoughts skittering away from him. What had he come out here for? What had he been worried about? “That, John, yes...”
“And more, my love?” John growled in his ear, sitting back over his heels, drawing Templeton forward towards his burgeoning manhood, iron-hard and burning. A pillar of flesh risen for his pleasure, risen in response to him, Templeton thought, marveling again at how he could bring this extraordinary man to this state.
His own cock brushed against fine silver hair and tanned skin, drooling eagerly as John’s hands urged him up, urged him over his bent-back thighs, straddling them. Easing him into one of those positions he had studied so thoroughly during his tutelage these two years past. Struggling to breath, Templeton reached back and wrapped a hand around his lover’s silky shaft, clung to John’s neck and shoulders with the other, readying himself to slip down, to sheath his lover deep within himself. But he could not quite find the angle, could not get that magnificent cock in his hand to line up where it needed to...
“Sweet lad,” the captain said, running a hand along the back of Templeton’s buttocks, down his thigh, trembling with the effort of holding himself just so, aroused as he was, and those strong fingers twined with the younger man’s, around his own cock. “Here, let a master show you...”
Templeton’ s lips parted urgently, letting escape a small, womanish whimper that John devoured with a kiss. The blunt head of the pirate captain’s cock was right at his rose, just threatening to push through, a horrible tease.
“Is that the spot, Templeton?”
“Oh, John, John, yes, there...” he moaned, squeezing his hand around the throbbing cock, pressing his own forward as much as he could, needing it the friction, needing the contact, needing everything his lover could give him...
“Then move your hand away, my love,” John murmured in his ear, holding him tightly, voice like silk over washed stones. “Move your hand away and I shall give you what you desire.”
Shaking a little, his own greedy body already begging for release after the barest of foreplay, Templeton opened his hand, laying it instead on John’s waist, holding himself close, still holding himself up.
“Now put me back where I belong,” his lover urged, thrusting up barely enough to sink through that ring of muscle. “Take me into your heart, my love...”
Their eyes locked and Templeton smiled as he relaxed, as he fell onto his lover’s cock, as John guided him down.
No matter how stretched he still was from the night, no matter how many times he took his captain into himself in this manner, Templeton still felt it, still felt everything. Every smooth inch of his lover’s cock, every beat of blood through his lover’s veins, every nip of his lover’s teeh along his collarbone as they shuddered and clung and came together. And he groaned at the depth of it all as his buttocks touched to tops of John’s own straining thighs.
“Oh fuck, m’lord,” he moaned, moving just a little, hips swaying ever so slightly, reverting to the title he always gave to John, when they were joined like this, the title that had been known to drive the older man senseless with lust. “Oh...”
“Move your hands to my shoulders, lad,” he said, rubbing warm circles along the night-cooled skin of Templeton’s back, up under the linen of the blouse as the younger man bit his lip, trying to fight down the pressure in his belly, the tightening in his balls, threatening already. “Move them up, there’s a good lad.
He managed it, and then John thrust up once, good and proper, and Templeton whined deep in his throat, letting his head fall down to that strong shoulder.
“Sweet boy,” John murmured, gentle and feral at the same time. His body was thrumming, that insatiable need for action coursing through him wholly, and Templeton wanted to feel that again. “So desperate for me, are you not? But tell me, Templeton, what you desire. Tell me, lad...”
“Please, m’lord,” he begged, feeling heat flush his cheeks, trying to fight back against his orgasm. Just having John inside him like this, that pillar of flesh driven into him, the pressure unbearable and beautiful and everything, everything he only ever wanted... “please, by hell, please take me, please fuck me...”
“Your wish, my lad,” and John’s hands tightened around his waist and John’s hips bucked up into him, and Templeton had to muffle his scream in the man’s skin. “Like so?”
He groaned, and John chuckled, and then it began in earnest.
The captain set a punishing rhythm from the start, the same rhythm every time, the one Templeton had learned so well over the past two years, driving his hips up while holding the younger man’s down, that thick, hungry cock plowing as deep and as high into him as possible. Every single time. John was rarely gentle with him, never gentle, but Templeton loved that about him. Loved the way his big hands encircled him, loved the way his big cock split him, loved it, loved it all.
He was gasping on every upstroke, the angle changing each time until the head of John’s cock found that nub, deep inside, and then Templeton was screaming. He couldn’t help it, not at all, never had been able to, not from the first...and John was returning those sounds, his own groans mixing in, deeper and quieter and no less intense, taking them high, out of control as the younger man drove his hips down each time John drove up. And then Templeton caught his own my sweet Templeton amongst the cries and it threw him over the edge, falling off the end of the world. The captain’s blunt teeth crashed through the soft skin of his neck, and a hot rush filled him. Templeton heard himself crying out John’s name, again and again, as his climax tore loose from him, splattering the hot space between them, muscles clenching down tight around John inside him, milking his lover for all he was worth, taking it all in, wanting it, wanting it all...his vision blacked, his hands around John’s neck went soft, but it was fine that he was falling, because John was there to catch him.
John was there with him...
“John,” Templeton asked when he was able, when sense had returned to him and he could register the soft swipes against his chest, his lover cleaning them both with the blouse, the salt-slick expanse of deck beneath his back, when he was staring up at the stars, at the tiny sliver of gray beginning to form on the edge of the world. “John, what was in that letter?”
There was a long pause, and then, just as the first mate began to despair that he would have to go unsatisfied, John laid a hand on his flexing abdominals. “My sweet, clever lad...” he murmured affectionately. “Ever the conman, aren’t we?”
Templeton gripped at John’s shoulder. “You are all out of sorts on account of this piece of parchment, m'lord. Please, tell me what it is, how I may assist...”
“It was an invitation from Commodore Morrison,” John said softly, after a momentary pause. “He has a proposal for me, or so the letter would claim. Something that would clear my name of the crime I was wrongfully convicted of, so many years ago. I am to meet with him a fortnight from now, where we shall discuss the terms of his offer...”
Stiffening a little, Templeton rolled into John further and stared. Commodore Morrison? The man in command of the fleet in these waters? He was a legend, a feared and uncompromising man. The younger man was stunned. “A pardon? Would that mean you were no longer a pirate, m'lord? Would you return to the Royal Navy?”
That got him a laugh. “Hardly, Templeton. I suspect it is a commission as a privateer for His Majesty. I would not leave you boys, this life, behind me for anything...”
“And me, m'lord, would you leave me behind?” he asked softly, trailing soft fingers up John’s bare chest. The thought of losing this man, all they had together...it terrified him.
“You least of all, Templeton,” he murmured, and placed a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to the curve of the younger man’s neck. “And I shall not go to see the commodore unless you agree to it, both as my right hand and as...as my mate.”
“As your mate?” Templeton whispered back, a little taken aback by the enormity of that, by the soft blue of John’s eyes, staring back into him. But why would John need his permission in that regard? Would he ask the same thing of HM, of Baracus? Why was that so critical? “I do not own you, m'lord, I do not command you. You own me, you command me. Where you sail, I sail too,” and he laid a hand right over his captain’s heart. “Even to the ends of the earth, to the gates of Hell itself, I will follow.”
John chuckled, and ran his fingers through Templeton’s thick hair. “Barbados, sweet lad. That is all I shall ask of you now, if you will come.”
“I will, my love, anywhere,” he sighed, and moved up to lay his cheek against his captain’s chest, fingers working softly in the way he knew the older man loved. “Even to Barbados.”
That got a laugh out of John, a warm, wonderful laugh, and those strong, heavy limbs wrapped up around him. “Then we will off to Barbados, my love.”
“Soon as the sun rises, m'lord, if we are to make your fortnight.” Templeton lifted his eyes to the horizon. “Look, your sailing is not so far off.”
John laughed again, and rolled them both over, pinning Templeton to the deck with his lean body, silver hair falling down around them. “My sweet lad,” he murmured, something akin to awe in his voice. “My beautiful boy...”
“All yours, m’lord.” The younger man lifted his chin, neck pulled taught, knowing how evident the white scar of John’s mark was like this. “Always ever only yours.”
Those keen blue eyes watched him for just a moment, and then, running a hand between the deck and the back of Templeton’s head, lifting ever so slightly, John kissed him. Tender, more tender than Templeton could ever remember him being, and when it ended, it left him swimming.
“You touch my heart, Templeton, unlike any man I have ever know,” the pirate captain said softly, and rose with that unconscious grace of his, offering a hand. “But for now, let’s see you dressed and on deck. I admit I have an untoward fondness for you in those boots of yours...”
“Do you now?” the first mate laughed, and let John draw him up. “It’s heartwarming to know that my efforts to dress just so for you do not go unnoticed.”
“On the contrary, my lad, I notice every detail,” John replied softly, and kissed him again.
So gentle, and there was something about that that sent a tremor of fear through Templeton’s heart. Some premonition, perhaps, about what would await them in Barbados, about why his lover would so readily accept an invitation from a commissioned officer in His Majesty’s navy...but for now, being able to stand here with him, the ocean breeze caressing their naked skins, the sun rising on the rim of the world, they were free. Free from everything. All concerns, all worries, the past and the future, inconsequential. This life John had given him? He loved it fiercely, almost as fiercely as the man himself.
Don’t borrow trouble, he told himself, and overcome with a sudden need he could not put words to, grabbed John’s shoulders and pulled up onto his tiptoes, kissing him as hard as he could, putting everything he felt into it. And it must have come through, for when he pulled away, the pirate captain was trembling.
“Whatever awaits us there in Barbados, m’lord, you must come back to us,” Templeton said urgently, playing with a bit of his lover’s long silver hair. “You must return to me.”
“I could never leave you, my love,” John replied, and kissed him back.
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Date: 2011-07-04 06:53 pm (UTC)This is so beautiful, the tone, the setting, making love on the balcony, that image of John all naked, the hair, dear lord the hair... the hair and the nipple rings and at the end there the mention of boots (I like boots), and the idea of Temp being jealous of the sea, and, oh, everything...
And I am SO excited for John's back-story, like you would not believe.
Thank you again for this teaser! I love it a ridiculous amount. Going to read it again now! *hugs you* ♥
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Date: 2011-07-04 07:21 pm (UTC)John's backstory ought to be a ton of fun here. Whenever I can get to it...hopefully, not too long off!
Glad you like it! I know you've been wanting more pirates...we should deffo have more pirates...
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Date: 2011-07-04 07:28 pm (UTC)Pirate Captain John... *happy sigh* my mind is already conjuring up scenes from John's navy days... uniforms and everything... mmm...
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Date: 2011-07-04 07:33 pm (UTC)Why are pirates so damn sexy? And I think LN is one of those men whos' just made for historical stuff. I mean, him in an old-school European-style military uniform? It's...just...umph.
(and don't you worry, honey! I'm assuming we'll have to have a bit of John/Russ, of course. Lieutenant Morrison, taking his dues with the willing, young midshipman Smith...John taking his uniform off, bit by bit, Russ showing him where to touch, how to taste...)
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Date: 2011-07-04 07:42 pm (UTC)John/Russ as well? Have I told you how much I love you lately? ♥ It'll be delicious in this setting (as if it ever isn't!) but I can't help thinking Templeton won't like it one bit.
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Date: 2011-07-04 07:50 pm (UTC)And yes, Russ/John. Because, of course, that's how they know each other! Should be lovely in this setting (my brain just fucking misfired, trying to put these two in period dress) and I'll have to get to it, as soon as the rest of this stuff is off my plate...grr...
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Date: 2011-07-04 07:58 pm (UTC)...my brain just misfired too. I went and googled Navy uniforms for that time period. Guh.
This is the kind of awesome that cannot be rushed, so I will wait patiently. And nothing will keep me from the meme once more of this goes up ;)
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Date: 2011-07-04 08:02 pm (UTC)Sexy, sexy military uniforms. I may have a bit of a kink for military uniforms, god help me...like Master and Commander. Russell Crowe...eep!
Yeah, definitely not something to rush, definitely not! It will take some time to be done correctly. But hopefully, I can throw it up here on my LJ page in one long block. After I get my stuff done for the meme, I want to work on some of my own things (like this damn vampire!AU that will not go away and must be written out of my head, posted or no...) and pirates will probably top that list!
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Date: 2011-07-04 08:12 pm (UTC)Someone needs to make cravats fashionable again. Definitely.
Vampire!AU sounds interesting! I'll try and keep an eye out for that if you post it.
(Are you going to share this bit of Piratey goodness on the meme? I bet there are plenty of other people who will love this!)
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Date: 2011-07-04 08:16 pm (UTC)Cravats...mmm...I'll admit, my chief interest in Gundam Wing as a 14 year old were the damn uniforms...that included cravats...god bless the Japanese and their bizarre obsession with 1800s Western military uniforms.
I've got too many things to write! But I may do the vamp one, just for fun.
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Date: 2011-07-04 08:32 pm (UTC)No idea what Gundam Wing is, but now I feel it is necessary to look into it ;)
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Date: 2011-07-04 08:38 pm (UTC)(Gundam's an insanely complex sci-fi anime series, which is pretty fucking cool, out of which Gundam Wing's one of the main AUs, and the one most people in my country are familiar with. It's a little lame, but the uniforms though are classic Japanese Western adaptations...umph. If you want to check the best series in a moment or two of boredom, though, I'd recommend Gundam 0083:Stardust Memory. The main antagonist is fucking hot...in that man's man kind of way...)
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Date: 2011-07-04 08:43 pm (UTC)I'll probably look into that at some point... I've flirted with anime in the past (I love Fullmetal Alchemist, and there's some nice uniforms in there too...) and I think for the sake of research I ought to look into this one!
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Date: 2011-07-04 08:52 pm (UTC)And my idea involved Aztecs (like, an alternate history where the New World wasn't discovered until the 1800s and the Aztecs control a wide swath of territory). But writing something like that would require fanfic levels of angst and violence, and I'm on the fence about trying my hand at it...
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Date: 2011-07-13 12:04 am (UTC)I'll still be around. Just not writing as much. But then, I've said that before.
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Date: 2011-07-13 10:58 am (UTC)And I was wondering somthing, as I'm watching the movie again right now. You and JWB had written in comments their last nigth before they got seperated for what was meant to be ten years. I never was able to read the whole thing. Is that available as a story or...um..could you PLEASE point the way to this as well? *blushhhh*
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Date: 2011-07-13 09:26 pm (UTC)And yes, I posted it up. Should be topping my LJ page now...
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Date: 2011-07-13 01:09 pm (UTC)http://sonora-coneja.livejournal.com/46988.html
Cheers!
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Date: 2011-07-12 06:18 am (UTC)Like cats I LOVE this whole setting (it being HBAMF as well!) and the nipple ring and how much the Captain loves Temp! And I'm very curious about that backstory as well and what a jealous Templeton would do once he sees there had been something going on between the Commodore and his captain...oops assuming stuff here already lolol
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Date: 2011-07-12 01:03 pm (UTC)http://ateam-prompts.livejournal.com/10467.html?thread=7417059#t7417059
I should have those up on my LJ at some point...
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