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Silver watched Flint stand with his hands behind his back, squinting out toward the horizon from his place on the quarterdeck—captain once again in less than two days, exactly as he’d said. He shook his head in wonderment and watched the dying rays of sunlight burnish Flint’s hair the color of fire. As if he could feel Silver’s gaze, the captain’s eyes snapped onto his own and he offered a slight inclination of his eyebrow and twitch of his mustache before slowly tearing his eyes away. Silver’s blood went hot and he let out a shuddery breath; something about that look made the hairs stand on the nape of his neck, made his ears burn.
It was the same way Flint had looked at him while Silver was doubled over with a bloody mouth thanks to his daily report, even after Flint insisted he wasn’t impressed—but that spark of recognition he’d earned in the other man’s gaze suggested quite the opposite. And for a reason Silver couldn’t parse, he wanted to see more of it, to keep on digging at the nigh impenetrable armour the captain wore and expose the vulnerable man beneath, a man he could come to understand and even befriend. Though the hot tug of desire Silver often felt in Flint’s proximity suggested he wouldn’t mind a more intimate relationship.
Reminding himself that Flint was a dangerous man did nothing to quell his attraction; in fact it only exacerbated it. This rapidly growing interest in his captain shouldn’t have surprised him—Silver had never been the type to play it safe. His whole life, he’d made a point of seizing opportunities as they presented themselves, taking what he wanted with both hands and apologizing for nothing. Right now, he found himself wanting, and the object of his desires was within his reach. It was only a matter of waiting for the right moment.
It was as Flint told him when Dufresne was pursuing the prize he’d been goaded into taking. Silver would need to show his colors at the right moment to encourage Flint’s surrender. Move too quickly and the prize would flee; move too late and the prize would panic and retaliate. It was crucial, then, to plan his attack and strike when Flint would be least likely to shut him out or throw a punch. Despite the nature of his plan to endear himself to the crew, Silver was not a fan of pain and would prefer a yielding captain to a defensive one.
Silver went about his duties and saw Randall safely into his hammock for the night before he returned to the weatherdeck in search of the captain. Most of the men were beginning to retire to drinking and gaming after such an exhausting day and Silver knew he should also be tired but he couldn’t get his pulse to slow, or his thoughts to quit spinning. There was a fire under his skin that wouldn’t be extinguished until he and Flint broached whatever something was brewing between them.
DeGroot was at the helm and the captain was nowhere to be seen; the only men above deck were the ones on watch. Good, Silver thought; that meant Flint had already sequestered himself in the captain’s quarters for the evening and likely wouldn’t be seen again until morning. Instead of going there directly, Silver took a detour below to retrieve a very nice bottle of rum he’d swiped and secreted away during the earlier confusion. He knew it was against the Articles to keep something to himself instead of sharing with his brothers—but this wasn’t really about the rum. The rum was simply a means to an end, if Silver played his cards right.
Flint was restless. He paced around his new quarters like a caged lion, aimlessly exploring the contents of the desk and the bookshelves. The hammocks for the vanguard were already strung from the deckhead but Flint was alone for now and probably would be for some time. It was a simple fact that none of the men wanted to be around him for one second longer than necessary.
A quick rap on the door called his attention from the book he’d been inspecting and a familiar face, surrounded by a halo of wild black curls, poked inside. Check that , Flint thought, there’s one man who can’t seem to get enough of me. He rolled his eyes and set the book back on the shelf as he nodded for Silver to come in, though he was already halfway inside the room. Flashing him a bright smile, Silver shut the door behind him and brandished the bottle he’d been hiding behind his back.
“I thought your return to the captaincy deserved a bit of celebration,” the younger man announced as he set the bottle on the desk.
Flint picked it up, uncorking it for a sniff and found it pleasantly spicy and rich. The bottle bore no label but he could tell the rum inside was far from the swill they usually had aboard. He smirked over at Silver and grabbed a couple of tankards he’d found during his search of the cabin.
“I suppose congratulations are in order for you as well,” Flint mused, pouring equal measures into both cups. “Seems your—unorthodox—scheme to get the men on your side worked out swimmingly,” he paused, wincing slightly as he took in the cuts and bruises on Silver’s face. “More or less,” he amended.
Silver chuckled, “Never been so pleased to have a black eye.”
He took the cup Flint offered him and they toasted each others’ cleverness. Flint watched the long golden line of Silver’s throat as he tipped his head back to drink and felt his breath catch, his eyes helplessly drawn to the deep vee of Silver’s shirt and the smooth muscled planes of his body barely hidden beneath it. He’d forgone his jacket and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his toned forearms. Flint wondered if he was doing it on purpose. Surely he had to know how he looked and the effect it had on others.
Flint threw back all his rum at once and refilled his mug, intending to actually taste it this time. Silver watched him with amusement flickering in his clever blue eyes and Flint wondered what that wicked mind was thinking.
“You know, some of the men have actually started stomping along,” Silver said with no small amount of pride.
Flint huffed and rounded the desk, dropping into the ornate chair as he replied, “It’s a heady thing, isn’t it?”
“What’s that?” Silver inquired, coming over to perch on the desk impertinently. The little shit. Flint’s cheek twitched but he refused to let himself smile.
Flint leaned back in his chair and put his feet on the desk. He met Silver’s gaze over the rim of his tankard before he said, “Power.”
Silver swallowed visibly, dampness glinting in the hollow of his throat; Flint couldn’t be sure if it was sweat or sea water but he knew it would be salty under his tongue. The more rum he drank the harder it was to control those kinds of thoughts but the warmth spreading in his belly was welcome, as was the pleasant tingling in his temples. It was difficult to discern which was from the alcohol and which was due to the proximity of the man on his desk. He could nudge Silver with his foot if he was weak enough—he managed to refrain.
He could feel the path Silver’s eyes took as they broke free of his own, traveling over the long lines of Flint’s body and lingering in a most telling way. A wry grin began to curl Flint’s lips, warmth tingling in his balls as he confirmed what he’d been suspecting for a while now. All at once he recognized this seduction attempt for what it was but felt no need to call an end to it early. After all, it was very good rum and Silver’s thighs looked so tempting beneath the taut fabric of his trousers.
“I’m worried about how much I could grow to like it,” Silver admitted, his voice low and curling like smoke.
Flint hummed around another sip of rum, taking care to lick his lips more than necessary when he was finished. Silver’s gaze locked onto his mouth unabashedly before sliding slowly back to meet Flint’s eyes, desire passing between them like a tangible thing.
“Hard not to like something that feels so good,” Flint replied, his own voice growing rough.
Suddenly, Silver’s hand was on his ankle—just sitting there bleeding heat through the worn leather. He heard his own breath catch as his eyes fell to the hand and watched it slide slowly up the inside of his leg. His cock was filling out and he shifted in his chair, knowing it would be impossible to hide it before long. Silver’s tan fingers squeezed him loosely and it was futile not to imagine that same warm grip around his dick; his calluses and rings catching on his skin.
“Mr. Silver,” the captain’s voice held both lust and warning and he waited until he had Silver’s full attention before proceeding. “If you’re attempting to ingratiate yourself to me through sexual favors, it’s not going to work.”
Silver laughed, leaning even more into Flint’s space, hand sliding further up his calf. “Sorry, but who was it that defended you at every turn, pulled you from the sea— gave you the breath from my own fucking lungs, I might add, and then helped you steal a spanish war ship? If I’ve not earned my way into your good graces by now, I highly doubt I could fuck my way in.”
A dangerous grin spread over Flint’s face—as sharp and lethal as a shark. “So then, what are you doing here?” he asked, pulling his leg from Silver’s grasp and rising to his full height.
Silver spread his legs, inviting Flint to step closer. He held his ground and waited for an answer. The ocean depths of his eyes met Flint’s without fear and he reached out to place one hand flat in the middle of Flint’s chest. He knew the other man would be able to feel the racing of his heart. He stayed stock still and held his breath.
“Isn’t it possible,” Silver began, in that beguiling voice of his, “that I simply want you, Captain? With no ulterior motive beyond mutual pleasure?”
Flint couldn’t respond for a moment, eyes flickering over Silver’s face for any sign of deceit. All he found there was naked want, plain in the spots of color on his cheeks and the black pools of his pupils widening to swallow the blue.
“And what makes you think this desire is reciprocated?” Flint asked, though he could hear that very desire roughening his normal timbre.
“Well your heart is racing and your face is flushed,” Silver replied, breath ghosting over Flint’s mouth as he spoke, “Of course, that could be from anger…” and then he slid his hand downward and cupped the rigid line of Flint’s erection, “But this is much more telling.”
Flint’s whole body surged to life at the touch of Silver’s hand and before he made a conscious decision, he was lunging forward to capture that smart mouth with his own. Silver gasped, readily parting his lips to the wet swipe of tongue and he closed his thighs around Flint’s hips, pulling him in closer until his own arousal was unmistakably pressed against the captain’s. They groaned into each other’s mouths and Flint’s hand buried itself in Silver’s hair, using it to angle his head for a deeper kiss.
The man’s kiss was even hungrier than Silver had expected, as if Flint had been barely holding these feelings at bay. He kissed like it was a war he meant to win and Silver put up a playful resistance before relenting with a delighted shudder, his hands sliding up to free Flint’s ginger locks from the leather tie holding them back, finding his hair soft and warm beneath the outer layer coarsened with salt. The hand that wasn’t keeping Silver’s head in place crept under the hem of his shirt and pressed hot and branding to the small of Silver’s back.
He was certain Flint could feel the tremor that passed through his body when the captain’s nails raked over his shoulder blades and down the valley of his spine and he had to break their lips apart to gasp in a heaving breath. He dazedly stared at Flint, almost cross eyed because his face was so close, and felt a thrill at the wild heat he saw in those verdant eyes. Flint’s mouth was swollen and red and Silver let out a helpless moan as he gave into the urge to lick his way back inside.
Flint indulged him in a few more filthy kisses before he pulled back enough to free Silver of his shirt, yanking it over his head and tossing it aside. With a cheeky smile, Silver reached out for the captain’s shirt, tugging it free of his breeches while Flint undid his belt, letting it clatter to the floor. Flint was leaning back in for another embrace but Silver stayed him gently with his hands on his biceps, keeping him under the lamplight long enough to admire the body he’d been craving.
Silver hadn’t gotten the opportunity to properly enjoy Flint’s physique after he pulled him from the sea; when he’d ripped open Flint’s shirt and discarded it to staunch the bleeding wound on his breast. Even in that adrenaline fueled state, Silver couldn’t help but notice how aesthetically pleasing his captain was. He remembered the frantic press of his mouth to Flint’s and the relief of feeling the distant heartbeat under his palms as he worked to force the water from his lungs. The rippling muscles in Flint’s freckled back when he doubled over to cough and Silver’d fallen onto his ass with a relieved laugh, bordering on hysterical.
Now, he looked otherworldly with his loose hair outlined in gold as well as the fine curls that adorned his chest. That chest...Jesus. Silver’s eyes raked over him, taking in the sheer amount of freckles that covered every inch of visible skin and it was unspeakably beautiful in a way Silver hadn’t been anticipating. Flint had the most perfect pink nipples he’d ever seen and he couldn’t resist reaching out to tweak one, enjoying the harsh gasp it elicited as the tiny bud hardened between his fingers. His mouth watered with the desire to taste it.
Flint had been watching Silver just as intently all the while, eyes lingering over the well defined muscles of Silver’s chest and abdomen, smooth and dotted artfully with moles and freckles. He admired the strong but slim shape of his torso and the harsh lines that defined the crests of his hip-bones, pointing ever down toward the obscene tent in Silver’s breeches. Flint could see him throb through the fabric and felt his own cock pulse in sympathy, stupidly hard from what little they’d done. If they didn’t hurry things along, he could end up embarrassing himself on their first encounter.
First encounter? Since when did this become a regular occurrence? Flint shook his head to dislodge that bothersome thought, resolved to finish making one mistake before committing himself to future ones. Silver, leaning forward suddenly to lave his hot tongue over Flint’s nipple, did a magnificent job of driving all other thoughts from his mind other than the wetness cooling on his skin and the huff of another man’s breath, the scrape of his teeth—God, it had been so long since he’d wanted someone like this.
Flint found himself clutching Silver’s head gently to his chest, arching into his mouth as he kissed his way over to the other nipple. His hands slid around Flint’s sides, his back, gliding shamelessly downward to grab at the firm globes of his rear. The hair in Flint’s hands was damp and smelled of seawater and sweat and he fought the desire to bury his face in and breathe it in deeper, to press kisses to the crown of Silver’s head. That particular thought was more jarring than any of the more lewd ideas he’d entertained about the cook. Lust was one thing but sentiment . Sentiment was dangerous.
Growling, he decided they’d stalled long enough and he tightened his grip in Silver’s hair, prising his mouth from the reddened skin of Flint’s chest. Silver didn’t have to look at him in confusion for long before Flint was pushing him flat down on the table and diving for the buttons straining over the mass of Silver’s cock. It practically jumped free when Flint got the buttons undone and Silver swore as it slapped rigidly against his belly. It had looked big through the fabric but seeing it bare was an entirely different experience and Flint could easily imagine the ache in his jaw if he tried to swallow it down.
But that wasn’t what he had in mind for the evening and if he was reading Silver correctly, it wasn’t what he wanted most either. He tugged Silver’s breeches down until they got stuck around his ridiculous red socks and Silver pressed up on his elbows to watch Flint divest himself of his own trousers. He let out a shameless groan at the sight of those hips and thick thighs on display, covered with even more freckles, and the hard cock jutting from a thatch of fiery curls.
“Has anyone ever told you,” Silver began, and reached out to wrap a hand around the captain’s length, feeling the blood-hot steel throb in his palm, “that you have the loveliest prick?”
Flint huffed out a surprised laugh, rocking into the slow stroke Silver was giving him. “Not in so many words, no.”
Silver grinned salaciously, teasing Flint’s foreskin until it was pulled tight and then he swept a thumb over the reddened tip, spreading the fluid around and coaxing a shiver out of the captain. “Well it’s true,” he rasped, eyes flicking up to meet Flint’s, “I’m dying to get my mouth on you.”
Flint swore, his cock jumping in Silver’s hand. He pushed the younger man down on his back and then laid himself out on top of him. They gasped together at the first brush of naked skin, the heat building between them all too easily as Flint began to rock against him, spilling precome into the dips between the trembling muscles of Silver’s stomach. He lined them up perfectly and Silver wrapped his arms around him, moaning into his ear as they rutted together, growing slicker with arousal and sweat until they were both panting.
“As tempting as your sinful mouth is,” Flint finally said when he stopped biting the side of Silver’s neck long enough to speak, “I think I’d rather take you over this desk and fuck that beautiful arse until you come all over yourself.”
His words seemed to ignite something in Silver and he gasped, nodding frantically. “Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes,” he said, already squirming in an effort to flip over on his belly.
Flint stood, putting enough distance between them to grab Silver by the waist and turn him around. The show of force made Silver moan and he stretched himself out on the desk, arching his back in a wanton display that would put one of Max’s whores to shame. Flint sucked in a breath and marveled at the sight of him, the broad shoulders and tapering waist adorned with more beauty marks, his skin almost glowing by firelight. The dimples at the base of his spine begged to be worshipped, not to mention the indescribably lush swell of his buttocks. It dawned on Flint that he’d never seen anyone quite so physically breathtaking.
He’d had every intention of being rough but he couldn’t stop his hands from reaching out, stroking almost reverently up the length of Silver’s back. He gloried in the shudder it produced and the way Silver shoved himself back until he was nudging Flint’s bare cock with the crease of his ass. Groaning, he thrusted forward until he was snug between the firm cheeks, feeling his dick drag against Silver’s hole on every upward grind. Silver tossed his curls back and looked at him over his shoulder with smoldering eyes and Flint ached with how badly he wanted the man spread out beneath him.
“Fuck me.” Silver demanded, blue eyes piercing beneath the thick black fringe of his lashes.
The visceral need won out over the urge to tease Silver a little longer and Flint reached for the nearest lamp, dipping his fingers into the warm oil. Once he saw he was finally getting his way, Silver’s head dropped back to his folded arms with a sigh, wriggling his hips in anticipation of the slick finger pressing at his entrance. Flint massaged gently until Silver let out a frustrated huff, about to complain when he suddenly thrusted inside. His words died on a groan and he pushed back, urging Flint’s finger in deeper, his body willingly accepting the intrusion.
“I take it you’ve done this sort of thing before,” Flint mused as he started pumping his finger in and out, watching the muscles fluttering to pull him back inside.
Silver let out a breathless chuckle that went straight to Flint’s cock. “Maybe once or twice.”
Flint added a second digit and pressed back in, curling in search of that place inside that Thomas had shown him once upon a time, and changed his entire understanding of pleasure. He shoved the pain the memory invoked to the back of his mind, focusing instead on the keening sound Silver released when Flint’s fingers found their target. He tensed and then melted even further, rocking back to grind harder against the fingertips lighting him up from the inside.
“Seems like you’ve done this a time or two as well,” Silver said, whining when Flint pressed back in with three fingers, hitting their mark on the first try and then spreading out to stroke his inner walls until he was trembling.
“Maybe once or twice,” Flint parroted back with a devious smirk.
“C’mon. We both know I’m more than ready,” Silver practically growled, flexing around Flint’s fingers pointedly.
Flint oiled up his other hand and stroked his own cock lightly, rubbing at Silver’s rim with his thumb while his fingers tapped incessantly against his sweet spot. The younger man trembled all over and swore, cursing him for a bastard.
“Perhaps I want you to ask nicely.” Flint purred back, leaning in close enough for Silver to feel his heat, the scorching line of his cock nudging against his ass.
Silver felt near mindless with need, a state he didn’t reach easily but Flint had him there in hardly any time at all. “Please, please, please ,” he chanted, rolling his hips in little circles, “Please fuck me, Captain.”
Flint pinched the base of his cock with a gasp, staving off an early release. He breathed slowly, letting his orgasm retreat before he finally slipped his fingers free, closing his eyes to the sight of Silver’s pink hole clenching around nothing, desperate to have him back inside. He stroked his oil-slick hands over the small of Silver’s back, over his hips and the curves of his ass, soothing his heaving breaths before lining himself up and sinking in slow and steady until his balls met Silver’s.
He paused, strung tight as a wire, overwhelmed by the vice grip of Silver’s body and the wet heat twitching all around him, holding him in deep. Silver let out a ragged cry once he was fully seated, as if it had been dredged up from the core of him, flinging one hand back to grip Flint’s ass with bruising force, as if he could make their bodies any closer. Flint took him by the hips, holding him still as started to rock slowly, just letting Silver feel the stretch of him before pulling all the way back for a proper thrust. He stopped with just the head of his cock stretching Silver’s rim before shoving back in, hard.
Bowing his back, Silver shouted and rolled his pelvis in a filthy grind, making stars burst behind Flint’s eyes. Nothing could stop the now frenzied motion of his hips, snapping forward hard enough to make the desk rattle, pulling Silver back into every inward thrust until they found their pace and then they were moving together fluidly as one creature, chasing their release with gasps and groans.
Blanketing that beautiful back with his own body, Flint braced himself on the desk beside Silver, mouthing along his shoulders and the nape of his neck, dragging his teeth along the shell of his ear just to feel him shiver. The breathy little sounds Silver made as he pounded into him were driving Flint closer to the edge and then the little shit started talking .
“Oh fuck, just like that, fuck, fuck, oh god, don’t stop,” he rambled, flushing hot down his neck and back—Flint could feel it, Silver’s skin feverish against his own.
“Do you ever stop talking?” Flint asked, though his voice was strained with need.
“Ohh, god, I can’t help it,” Silver whined back, “Feels so fucking good, captain. Fuck, I’ve wanted you so bad, you’ve no idea, been dreaming of this.”
The words simmered in Flint’s mind and then seemed to boil over to the rest of him and he was lost to the rhythm of his hips and the blind, urgent need to make this good for Silver. And then he found himself talking back.
“You’re taking it so well,” he said, and Silver moaned back at him so he kept going. “You were just made for this, weren’t you? Look so good begging for my cock.”
“Fuck! Yes, god, yes!” Silver bucked back against him, tugging at his own wild, sweat drenched curls. His whole body was trembling and Flint knew it wouldn’t be long. The heat was unspooling rapidly in his own gut and he pressed up on his palms to drive into him harder, faster.
“This what you wanted, hm?” Flint asked, having no idea where all these depraved words were coming from. He’d never talked like this before but Silver was bringing it out of him. “You filthy fucking tease. You gonna come just from getting fucked?”
Silver howled, a noise that would be forever ringing in Flint’s ears—beautiful, unabashed and perfect. He felt the lithe body under him tighten, squeezing his cock almost unbearably as Silver came with great shuddering waves. Flint bit into the sweat damp curve of Silver’s shoulder to muffle his own cries as he jerked his hips and spilled deep inside him, nearly blacking out with spine-tingling pleasure as his orgasm was drawn out by Silver’s still quaking body.
They rode it out, rocking together with Flint’s forehead pressed between Silver’s shoulder blades, breaths coming in great heaving gasps. Before he could think better of it, or in fact think anything at all, Flint pressed a tender kiss to the skin under his mouth as if to sooth the bite mark he left there. He felt Silver’s lax body tense minutely, a slight hitch in his breath indicating that the kiss didn’t go unnoticed.
Feeling suddenly vulnerable, Flint put some distance between them, unsticking his chest from Silver’s back and carefully withdrawing his softening cock. Watching his spend drip down Silver’s thighs was almost enough to get him hard again so he stopped looking. He turned away, while Silver collected his wits and stood back up with a wince at the uncomfortable wetness. Before he could ask, Flint tossed him a rag from the wash basin in the corner and Silver caught it one-handed, offering him a smile and nod of thanks for the thoughtful gesture.
With hands slightly shaking from exertion, Silver cleaned himself up the best he could and started setting his clothes to rights. Flint noticed the bruise blooming on the slope of Silver’s shoulder before it was covered with his shirt again and Flint felt a flare of heat, knowing his teeth left that mark on Silver’s golden skin. He was a bit shocked at himself—he hadn’t been with a man for ten years and now he was already imagining getting Silver under him again, writhing while Flint covered him in more possessive marks in the shape of his mouth.
This was...something new; something exciting and unsettling and unexpected. And goddamn frightening. All adjectives that described John Silver himself—along with maddening, beautiful, stubborn, clever, and as it turned out, he was also an excellent fuck. Flint dressed quickly, avoiding Silver’s eyes even though he could feel them burning into the side of his face.
“Well...fuck,” Silver said with a breathy chuckle, “that was even better than I expected.”
“Expecting it, were you?” Flint asked with a smirk.
“Well, hoping , at least,” Silver admitted, tucking his shirt back into his breeches. “But truthfully...if you ever wanna do this again...well you know where I am.”
Flint chanced a look at his face long enough to see the flush in his cheeks, the small but sincere smile on his lips. Heart skipping, Flint bit the inside of his cheek against the urge to trace that smile with the tip of his tongue. Silver had just given him an open offer to fuck him again and Flint was halfway back to hard at just the implication. He refused to let his desire show, instead humming thoughtfully as he lowered himself back into the chair behind the desk.
“I’ll bear that in mind, Mr. Silver,” he replied, his voice back to its level calm.
Silver shot him another cheeky grin, one that suggested he knew Flint would be back for more. He’d been given just a taste, enough to become addicted and if Flint wasn’t careful this could get easily out of hand. Silver left without another word and then he was alone with his thoughts and the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air.
Silver passed the vanguard on the way back to his hammock and smiled when they turned their heads to follow him and his sweat damp skin and swollen mouth, his hair in riotous curls and sticking to the sides of his face. They knew what he looked like and what he smelled like and where he’d just come from. There would be no doubt what he and the captain had just gotten up to and it made Silver’s grin even wider.