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Billy's heart clenched as he stared at the evidence that had been plaguing his brain for the past three hours while Flint slept fitfully. Billy had finally found the man in the house he'd shared with Ms Barlow, bleeding, drunk and clutching a book. . He'd cleaned him up, bandaged wounds and put him to bed. He was left with idle time so he explored the house, not that he wanted to. He hated this house because this is where she had Flint. His Captain.
Billy grunted. He'd long accepted that he was attracted to men but the past year he'd been fighting his attraction to Flint. He should by all rights, despise the man … but he couldn't. He was blinded by desire sometimes. His mouth would run dry and his hands would shake with need when he thought of James Flint.
It was an impossible situation. It would never happen and it could never work and he was sure his heart would be stomped into the ground if he even tried. The book was revealing in itself. My truest love. Billy ran a hand over his skull and loomed in the doorway to Flint's bedroom as the man slept fitfully.
James.
“James.” Billy repeated the name out loud without thinking. He just wanted to hear how it rolled over his tongue.
The man in bed stirred and opened his eyes, they were heavy and tired but he smiled. “Thomas? Is that you?” His words were sluggish as if he wasn't fully awake. “Turn out the light and come to bed.” he murmured.
Billy's eyes widened in surprise. There was his proof. Flint was bandaged up and sore and yet he still managed to look so damned desirable. “It's not Thomas.” He cleared his throat.
Flint seemed to shift slightly from innocent and needy to dark and forbidding in the blink of an eye. “Billy. What the fuck are you doing there?”
“Sorry, just checking in on you.” Billy swallowed hard and forced himself to look away. He was not noticing how the shirt clung to Flint's body and how much he just wanted to take any exposed flesh between his lips and he'd start with sucking... then licking...and he'd explore. He'd work his hands and lips everywhere he could think of just to hear the Captain make all kinds of exciting sounds.
Flint just looked at him with a smirk as if he knew exactly what Billy was thinking. It was the same damn smirk he always used as a defense mechanism. It was calculated to shoot him down with a look but this time it wasn't going to work. “I'm tired.” Flint said. “Go away.” He closed his eyes again.
Billy's feet apparently had other ideas. He started forward towards the bed.
Flint's eyes flew back open. “What do you think you're doing?”
Billy didn't answer, he sat down on the bed and removed his boots.
“Billy you have five seconds to get the fuck off my bed before...”
Billy turned around and gave him a look. “Shut up, James.” He emphasized the Captain's given name.
Flint was speechless and seemed torn between angry and intrigued.
Billy pulled off his shirt and grinned when he saw that it was Flint's turn to swallow. He searched the Captain's eyes and gripped one of his hands. It was a bold move and might even get him killed but it was now or never. He brought that hand to his chest and let it rest splayed over his heart.
Flint's eyes were stormy, yet he did not snatch away his hand when Billy let go of it. For an awful moment Billy thought he might have made a mistake as Flint's other hand curled into a fist. Instead he breathed shakily as Flint's fingers began to trace his chest. The touch was feather light at first and Flint didn't meet his eyes.
The Captain's calloused fingers felt odd against his skin but the trail of fire they left in his wake was absolutely certain. Billy was already hard and straining against his pants. His fingers became a little bolder and rolled over one nipple, then another. Billy gave a soft little whine. His fingers drew down Billy's stomach and traced the abs curiously and up again. “What do you want Billy? Do you even know?” James voice was laced with desire but carefully controlled as he finally looked up to Billy's eyes. He leaned in and sniffed at Billy's neck as he arched his back slightly. “If we do this, I need certain assurances, Billy.”
“What sort...?” Billy shivered. He wanted to reach out and touch but his bravado had jumped out the window and he felt suddenly overwhelmed. Flint was dangerous normally, but like this? Like this he was... he could, he could take complete control. Billy would be lost in him. Flint was a primal force of nature in everything he did and Billy was completely in his thrall.
Flint's fingers reached Billy's belt buckle. “That you won't betray me. This is personal, Billy. This is not something you talk to the men about. This is just us.”
“Who would I tell?” Billy laughed but it sort of came out as a strangled gasp as the tips of Flint's fingers brushed against his lower sides and delved under the belt buckle.
“I don't expect anything but loyalty, Billy.” Flint looked up at him and flipped the strap of the belt and pulled it open. “Can you give me that?”
“A...always.” Billy rasped. “Jesus, James... will you fucking touch me already?”
Flint gave an awfully smug smirk and pulled open Billy's pants. “Off.”
Billy struggled out of them quickly and blushed as his manhood was clearly visible and Flint's eyebrows climbed.
“I suspected.” Flint smirked again. He reached towards it and cupped the length in the palm of his hand and began to rub. “Do you think you want to fuck me? Is that it Billy? Or do you imagine I'll suck your cock? Do you want me to fuck you? All kinds of possibilities, mmm?”
Billy knew what he was doing, he was goading him to a quick release to take the edge off. Fuck but those words coming out of his captain's mouth were intoxicating. He wanted more. He needed more.
He leaned into the touch and bucked against Flint's hand.
“Steady, lad.” Flint purred as he held Billy up with one hand and pumped him with the other. “We're just getting started.”
“I'm not a fucking boy, James.” Billy growled under his breath.
It felt weird and wonderful and he just...he wanted more. He wanted to taste Flint's skin to bite him hard and leave a mark for all to see. He lowered his head and tried to encourage Flint to lift his up. He wanted those lips. He needed them. Flint was dodging the actual kissing bit, however and Billy was left inhaling his shaved skull and desperate to stop his voice from reaching a high octave. “Need...”
“Not yet, Billy.” Flint chuckled and pulled the man onto his back. “Nice and slick you are. Ready for me but patience is a virtue. Can you hold on to it? Don't come yet. That's a good lad.”
Billy tried hard not to groan. “James...” He forced his eyes open to try and figure out what else Flint was doing. The man's other hand was busy doing something else and he hadn't figured it out until. Oh gods. He was. He was stretching himself. The mere idea of being inside the man who was feared throughout the Caribbean made him salivate and whimper like a teenager on his first date. He could not comprehend it but he did see the tone of command in Flint’s gaze. He’d better be able to hold out or there would be hell to pay.
Flint moved then. He straddled Billy with an elegant shifting of the hips. He pulled off his night shirt and tossed it to the side. It was ridiculous, he was still bandaged and had scrapes and scars from the last fight and Billy was worried he was going to hurt him if he tried to be more forceful. He let his eyes roam over the Captain’s naked form…and drift down finally to his proud cock. Even in this position, Flint was in charge. Billy reached for him but his hands were batted away.
He swore the moment Flint shifted again and positioned himself over Billy’s cock that this had to be a dream. He rested on his elbows and just couldn’t help but stare. He was absolutely awe struck. He’d never seen or met anyone like Flint and never would again. He just had this way about him.
The world owed him and he would take what he was owed.
Moonlight streamed through the window and cast light upon James’ face as he threw back his head and cried out his rage. It was the visage of a man torn by the cards that fate had dealt him. Flint was in emotional agony, consumed by rage and tormented by the past. Billy had no idea what had happened to make him into this man, no this demon. He was a perplexing fearsome demon of a man who had more drive in his little finger than the whole crew put together. Billy was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, unable to resist and unable to understand. He was certainly completely incapable of stopping himself from being utterly mad about the man.
Moments later Flint shoved down hard and Billy found he was the one crying out now. It should be the other way around, for it had to hurt, how couldn’t it hurt? Billy scrabbled to find some kind of equilibrium in the whole situation but he was throw so far out into waters he had no business being in he could only grip Flint’s thighs and move when he was commanded to. Somehow, he didn’t dare come until the captain was damn good and ready for it. He wanted to, god how he did but he knew he had to hold it back. He had to prove to Flint that he was worthy. He had to prove that he was worthy to be trusted with his most carnal desires. He was worthy of this… thing between them, whatever it was and for however long it would last.
Flint set up a rhythm and finally allowed Billy to touch his cock and stroke it in time. He had stared at the ceiling at first but now he looked down while their hips pounded together. He grinned like the very devil because he knew he had Billy now. He didn’t care how much pain he was in from his various wounds, this took it all away. But even as Billy tried to rise up he held him fast against the bed.
Flint let out a low guttural sound and bucked. Hot seed leaked from his cock and trickled down Billy’s fingers onto his stomach. He looked up at Flint and bit his lip, he was holding it, he was… “Let go…” Flint told him softly.
The words were uttered with such kindness that it threw him and to his shame he obeyed. Billy’s own seed spilled into the Captain and he shuddered and rasped as Flint rode him out until he softened. He pulled himself off and fell back on the bed next to Billy. He gave a grunt of pain, no doubt from his wounds.
Billy’s mind reeled and his emotions couldn’t have sorted themselves out to save his life. “James…”
“Go to sleep, Billy.” Flint turned on his shoulder.
Go to sleep here? Leave? Billy bit his lip in confusion, unsure of what to do. He shifted onto his side facing the Captain’s back. He studied it in the moonlight and reached out to caress it gently. He began at his shoulders and found that once he started he couldn’t stop. Flint didn’t turn around and didn’t stop him. He wasn’t asleep though, Billy could hear him suck in his breath from time to time. He moved a bit and pressed his body against Flint’s back. He slipped one arm underneath Flint’s neck and the other over his body. He rested his head on the back of Flint’s neck and kissed the flesh there. Flint tensed but said nothing for a little while.
“Are you fucking comfortable now?” Flint muttered eventually.
“Mmm hmm.” Billy said, and promptly fell asleep.
**TBC**