The Gleeful Ghost, Chapter 4 & 5
The Gleeful Ghost was released and allowed to continue on its journey. The captain sat at his desk, considering the day’s activities. Four men had perished, seven others were injured. He would have to hire several new deck hands in Havana. That worried him. There was always a chance a new sailor would bring his bigotry or zealous religious superstitions aboard, causing trouble and upsetting the peacefulness that the crew enjoyed now.
How much longer could he captain this ship anyway? The navy set up heavy patrols of the Caribbean, rendering pirate ships almost extinct. That was the main reason they had begun sailing south in the first place. But now the naval ships patrolled these waters as well. The reason for his success may not have been good luck as much as the number of competing pirate vessels was severely reduced.
Perhaps once they’d arrived at Havana, he’d inquire about available positions on legitimate merchant ships. Although the thought of being somewhere that Kurt wasn’t, seemed too depressing to consider.
A knock on his door snapped him out of his musings.
“Dinner is served, captain.” Dirk stood in the doorway, smirking slightly. “Would you like me to inform the cook you’ll take you meal in your cabin, or would you prefer to eat on deck, with the crew?”
That was the question, wasn’t it? The bandage on his wound was suddenly too tight. He stretched his arm as far as he could to release some of the tightness, stalling while he considered his answer.
“How are the injured seamen, Dirk?” He decided to change the subject while he still considered his reply. “Have there been any turns for the worse?”
“No, captain. Thatcher and Perry are much improved and eating with the rest of the crew on the deck as we speak. The others are resting comfortably.”
“That’s good.” He sat back in his chair and studied his lieutenant, leaning against the doorframe. “You’re sure about this? The crew knows?” he asked.
“Yes.” Dirk chuckled, “The crew knows.”
“This won’t affect my ability to command this ship? I won’t lose the respect or admiration of my men?”
“Captain. You’re close to losing my respect if you don’t do this.” He laughed and shook his head at his friend. “There are no excuses left. The men are planning, um…a celebration, of sorts. To do with the rescue from The Cheerwine. There will be music and no doubt…um, sufficient rowdiness and noise for the better part of the evening.”
David stared out past his officer to the spectacular sunset coloring the sky. He placed his hand over the bandage on his arm and stretched again slightly. How could he go from having such confidence earlier today to now having none?
“Captain?” Dirk pressed.
He closed his eyes and sighed. “Very well, I’ll, um….take my meal in my quarters. Thank you.”
The door closed behind Dirk and the captain stood, walking the length of his cabin. He blew out the flames in the two lanterns hanging on his wall. He then retrieved a bottle of wine from a chest at the foot of his bed. His stomach knotted slightly as he stared at his bed, at the pillows and blankets lying across it. He turned back towards his desk, opened the bottle and poured two glasses. Collapsing into his chair he downed his glass in three large gulps, contemplating if the two remaining lanterns provided enough light or if he should relight another. “Fuck.” he mumbled to himself. Would this anxiety ever fade away?
A banging on the door twisted his stomach further. “Come in.” He attempted despite his shaky voice.
“Um, I can’t, sir.” Hummel chuckled from behind the closed door.
“Shit, of course.” David quickly stood, walked across the cabin and opened the door. Hummel stood, holding a large tray of dishes in his hands. “I’m sorry, here…” Dave took the tray carefully, turning, walking across the room and placing it on his cleared desk.
Kurt stood with his back against the door, closing it behind him, waiting. The captain turned to look at him. They each took the three steps needed to close the distance between their bodies.
“Hi.” The captain breathed, surprisingly unable to move, unable to touch him.
“Hello.” Kurt answered, smiling. He placed his hand gently over the bandage underneath the larger man’s shirt. “How is it?” he asked.
David closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply, taking pleasure in the smaller man’s casual touch. “Fine.” He breathed. His eyes flew open as the hand that was just on his arm was now on his chest. His hand reached up to touch Kurt’s face, stroking his cheek. He leaned in and gently pressed his lips against Kurt’s. His arms wrapped around the smaller man’s frame and pulled him close while their mouths explored each other’s hungrily.
The cook finally broke the lengthy, passionate kiss. “Mm-mm. No, eat,” pushing against the larger man’s chest, walking him backwards towards his chair.
The captain discreetly adjusted the hardened bulge in his pants as he complied with Kurt’s orders and sat down.
Kurt set David’s plate in front of him and poured more wine into his glass. He sat across the makeshift table and picked up his fork. Music began to play outside and they both smiled. Kurt winked.
“Every time I’m with you, every interaction we have, you find new and interesting ways of tormenting me.” Karofsky announced before biting into the chuck of meat at the end of his fork. “God, this is amazing, what is it?”
“Curry. From the orient, India, actually.” Kurt smiled as the captain brought his fork to his mouth several more times. “I purchased it in Georgetown. I was hoping you’d like it.”
The larger man could only moan as he hungrily finished his plate. He drained his glass of wine as he noticed Kurt’s plate barely half gone.
Kurt chuckled as the captain eyed his dish. “Should I go to the galley and get you more?” he asked.
David stabbed his fork into a morsel on Kurt’s plate and popped it into his mouth. “No…” he answered. “My appetite for food has been satisfied.”
Kurt took another bite then pushed his plate away and reached for his glass of wine. Never breaking eye contact, he sat back in his chair, smiled and sipped slowly.
David stood, walking around to stand in front of the cook. Kurt placed his glass on the table as the captain reached for his hand and raised him to his feet. His arms moved around Kurt’s frame, pulling him closer again as his lips press gently into his.
“Do you have any idea how badly I want you, Kurt?” he mumbled as his mouth moved down Kurt’s jaw and found the warmth of his neck.
“Yes, sir, I believe I do.” Kurt answered breathlessly.
“If you call me ‘sir’ one more time…” David growled against his neck.
“My apologies.” Kurt replied, chuckling.
The larger man’s hands found the buttons of Kurt’s shirt and began fumbling with them. His mouth explored the newly exposed skin of Kurt’s shoulders as the shirt was finally opened and removed. He backed away slightly in order to appreciate the beautiful creaminess of the smaller man’s skin in striking contrast with the darker pink circles of his nipples.
“So beautiful…” David mumbled quietly.
Kurt used the opportunity to push the captain back against the edge of the table. He unbuttoned the leather vest and tossed it aside. He deftly worked the laces and buttons on the captain’s shirt and tossed it aside as well, taking care with the wound on his arm. He leaned down, lifting the captain’s foot off the floor and slipping off his boot, then the other. All the while, Karofsky watching him work, staring intently as he undressed him.
“You seem to know what you’re doing here.” The captain whispered.
“Well, it’s not the first time I’ve undressed you.” Kurt answered as he moved to work the captain’s belt.
David grabbed Kurt’s hands, causing the smaller man to look up in surprise. “What?”
“You don’t remember. I didn’t think you would.” Kurt smiled and he brought his hands up to the delightfully hairy chest in front of him, exploring it gently. “When you fell ill. I convinced Captain Azimio to send for the doctor. Truthfully, I dressed you first, before undressing you later, since you were rather….um, naked.” Kurt looked down, blushing.
The captain only stared in shock, nothing in his memory could confirm or deny what Kurt was telling him.
“I cared for you those four days, giving you the medicine the doctor prescribed, trying to feed you, to keep you comfortable….”
“You were there? The whole time, caring for me while I was sick and I never knew?” David searched the man’s eyes, trying to recall something. “I only remember trying to get up, you trying to stop me. I was angry about something.”
“I kept calling you ‘sir’…I think that’s what it was.” Kurt chuckled. “You thought I was an angel, I think. You kept calling me that, anyway.”
He took the man’s face in his hands and kissed him gently, “Angel…” he whispered. The familiar feelings of lust and desire were now mixed with…could it be, love?
They reached for each other’s belts at the same time, causing a moment of awkward laughter. The belts were opened and Kurt began inching the captain’s pants down over his hips, freeing his cock. The larger man pulled Kurt against his body, feeling the warmth of his bare skin against his, grinding their mutual erections against each other and kissing him deeply. Kurt toed off his shoes quickly while running his hands over the larger man’s back and shoulders.
David pulled him away, inching Kurt’s trousers down and off, releasing his swollen cock as well before finishing the work of removing his own pants. David brought Kurt’s hands to his lips, kissing them gently as he began to walk backwards, leading Kurt towards his bed. He lifted Kurt’s hand as Kurt climbed up onto the large bed, scooting across it and laying back against the pillows.
“Wait!” Kurt jumped up, scooting back across the bed and scurrying back to his pants lying on the floor.
David watched curiously as Kurt retrieved something from his pocket, hid it in his hand and walked slowly back to the bed.
“My apologies, again.” He whispered as he decidedly ignored the inquisitive looks the captain was giving him. He climbed back onto the bed and slid the small object underneath the pillow behind him.
David climbed onto the bed, sliding up against Kurt’s body, raising his hand to the man’s face as he leaned in to catch him in a deep kiss. David moved closer, propping himself up on his good elbow as his mouth explored Kurt’s body, moving across his neck and collarbone, down his chest and finding the smaller man’s nipples, taking them into his mouth one at a time.
Kurt shuddered at the sensation, his hands lightly grazing the larger man’s back and shoulders. David ran his hand up along Kurt’s thigh, moving it ever so lightly across his cock and then continuing up to his chest and cupping his face again.
The captain looked deep into Kurt’s eyes, his hand holding onto the smaller man’s face. He leaned in and kissed him lightly then pulled back. “What was in your hand, Kurt?”
Damn, Kurt thought. He was hoping to introduce the substance without the captain’s obvious knowledge. He’d never been with a man before but he assumed enough to know that certain things needed certain lubrication.
“It’s…um…well.” Kurt stammered. He looked up and into the kind eyes of his captain. Maybe if he kissed him, he would distract him enough and he would forget. He tried it. Craning his neck up and kissing the larger man deeply. For a moment, it worked. David leaned down and smothered the cook with the deepest, most passionate kiss yet.
But he pulled away. Curiosity overwhelming the need to continue the kiss. “Yes…? Its um, well?” He repeated Kurt’s words.
“It’s an ointment, somewhat like an oil, I think. It’s for, um….later. I mean, it will assist in the actual…um, when you…” Embarrassment colored the smaller man’s cheeks as he tried to explain.
“Where did you get it?” the captain persisted.
Kurt was really missing the feel of the man’s mouth on his and truly could not understand why these questions continued. “The apothecary.” Kurt reached his hands up and around David’s neck pulling him close, trying to make their lips meet again.
Inches away from another kiss, David pulled back again. “The apothecary in New Augustine? When I was ill? You’ve had it since then?” There was amusement in his voice at this point.
Kurt squirmed underneath the man, pulling at his shoulders and trying to continue the kissing so that the embarrassing conversation could end. David leaned down and kissed him deeply, while sliding his hand underneath the pillow and retrieving the small vial of whatever-it-was. He broke the kiss, chuckling as he saw the irritation on Kurt’s face. He sat up in the bed, uncorking the tiny glass bottle and letting a single drop fall onto his finger.
Kurt still laid back against the pillows, watching as the captain continued his fascination with the substance, rubbing his fingers together, smirking slightly.
Exasperated, Kurt finally sat up, taking the vial from David’s hands and corking it. “It’s mine. Like I said, captain. It’s for later, for me, when you are about to…you know.”
“No.” Dave stated matter-of-factly. He turned back towards the man, swiftly pushing him back against the bed, covering him. He closed his mouth over the smaller man’s and hungrily kissed him.
Kurt let out a faint gasp, confused. Still clutching the vial in his hand, he pulled away slightly, “What? What do you mean ‘no’?” Would the captain not let him use it? He couldn’t understand.
David pulled back again, searching Kurt’s eyes. “It’s not for you, it’s for me.” He returned to placing gentle kisses around the smaller man’s face and neck, speaking as he made his way. “It’s for when you….are about to…you know.” Kurt gasped at his words. “I want you inside me. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, Kurt….from the moment I saw you standing in the galley….your sweet angelic face….my mind has been consumed by you….my lust and longing for you have been overwhelming. You are what I want. I want you to fuck me, Kurt.”
His final few words were such a faint whisper, Kurt was afraid he’d only imagined them. He was speechless. The only sounds were the faint music and singing in the distance combined with the light kisses still being placed along Kurt’s neck, shoulders and face. David pulled back and stared into Kurt’s eyes, questioningly. Kurt didn’t know what to say.
“Please, angel. Please don’t deny me.”
Finally finding the will to speak, he answered. “How could I….ever…deny you, David?” He slid the vial slightly under the pillow and moved his hand slowly towards the erection grinding into his thigh. Wrapping his hand around it firmly, he began to stroke the length of it. Gasps of pleasure were released against his neck as shudders overtook the captain’s body.
David slid his hand down as well, finding Kurt’s hard cock and squeezing gently. The smaller man let out a low moan as the sensation gripped him.
He released his hold on David’s shaft, placing his hands firmly against his chest and pushing him back against the bed. He placed his hands on either side of David’s head, leaning down to kiss the man deeply before pulling back and smiling sweetly. He began kissing along David’s jaw line, leaving a trail of light kisses down his neck and chest, finally arriving at the throbbing dick he found before him. Sitting back, folding his legs underneath him, he looked up to smile at his lover as he leaned forward, taking the length of David’s cock in his mouth.
Loud guttural groans escaped the captain’s mouth and his body trembled. He sat up quickly, reaching with his uninjured arm for Kurt’s hip. “Here, come here…” is all he could say, unsure of what words to use but knowing what he wanted. He snagged Kurt leg, just behind the knee and pulled him.
Kurt was confused by the man’s sudden need to change positions, but didn’t fight it. His legs were being pulled up towards the man and he was being pushed to his side.
The captain rolled to his side as well, facing him. He pulled Kurt’s lower body closer to him until his mouth had perfect access to the Kurt’s cock. He wrapped his fingers around it gently, pulling it towards his mouth and taking the entire length at once.
Kurt gasped. He had never let go of his hold on the captain’s erection, finally realizing what was happening. He continued sucking and stroking the larger man’s shaft while being thrown into exquisite pleasure from the sensation of having it done to him at the same time. Immediately their stroking and sucking became rhythmic, mirroring each other’s pace and pressure. Kurt moved his free hand to fondle the captain’s scrotum, knowing they would both be finished soon. He worked his hand between the slight gap in David’s legs, forcing him to open them wider. He reached through, stroking the larger man’s ass gently, exploring the sensitive areas hidden there and then gently letting his finger play at the man’s entrance.
It was enough to send the captain over the edge. He climaxed forcefully, trembling and gasping for air, breaking contact with Kurt’s dick, grunting through waves of pleasure as Kurt continued sucking, taking in, swallowing all the man had to offer.
He had barely caught his breath when his mouth closed over the other man’s erection again. With eagerness he continued his work at bringing Kurt to orgasm. Soon the smaller man was bucking his hips, grabbing at the blankets and pillows surrounding him, gasping for air and moaning with delight as the captain drank down the last drop of his cum.
David moved to lie next to Kurt, their feet pointing towards the head of the bed. Dave pulled the corner of the blanket over them as their panting breaths calmed and returned to normal.
“I lied.” Dave whispered, finally breaking the silence. “I’ve wanted to do that as well.”
Kurt rolled, turning to face his lover, curling into the larger man’s chest. “It seems we’re taking care of all your fantasies tonight, aren’t we, David.” Kurt whispered, chuckling lightly.
He stiffened slightly. “What about you? What are your fantasies?” He suddenly felt selfish, thinking he’d missed something obvious. He stroked the porcelain skin of Kurt’s back as he whispered. “Tell me, Kurt. Anything you want, anything at all…”
Kurt chuckled again and buried himself into David’s warm, fuzzy chest. “Honestly, I’m perfectly content just being here, wrapped up with you in a blanket. I never thought past simply making it to your bed.”
The captain laughed. “Wow. No imagination, huh?”
“Yes, I have an imagination.” Kurt answered playfully. “I just wasn’t sure if this would ever happen. I didn’t want to torture myself. You’ve seemed…um, somewhat aloof the past few weeks. I was afraid you’d lost interest.”
“Lost interest? In you? Nothing could be further from the truth, my love.”
They laid together in silence, drifting off to sleep as the music and singing continued outside. The ship’s bells woke Kurt up a few hours later. He snuggled into the sleeping man’s body, enjoying the sound of his deep, steady breathing. He slowly slid his hand between their bodies, finding the captain’s limp penis and fondling it gently. He looked up at his lover’s face, waiting for his eyes to open as he continued stroking, squeezing and pulling, feeling it grow in his hands.
“You lied.” The captain growled. “Tormenting me was most definitely what you planned to do once you made it to my bed.”
Kurt pushed the larger man onto his back, rubbing his body against his, grinding into him, all the while, keeping hold of his now throbbing cock in his hand. “You found me out, captain….” he breathed against the warmth of the man’s neck. A whimper escaped David’s mouth as Kurt’s tongue playfully danced across his lips. He released his hold on David’s erection and placed both hands next to the man’s head, slithering up and down the length of the captain’s body, causing the most incredible sort of friction between them.
The captain attempted a kiss but Kurt pulled back quickly, only to lean down again and lick at the trembling lips of the man beneath him. “You’re not an angel….you’re a demon.” He groaned.
“Does it really matter what I am.…if I’m here to give you pleasure?” Kurt asked coyly as he leaned in towards David’s ear, taking the lobe into his mouth and sucking hungrily.
“Fuck.” The larger man growled.
“We will.” Kurt breathed again, hot into the man’s ear.
“W-w-where is it? I want it. I want you.” David squirmed underneath Kurt’s weight, searching with his foot for the vial still hidden underneath the pillow. “I’m ready, Kurt, please. I want you.”
“Impatient.” Kurt smiled, leaning down and slowly, teasingly licking at David’s lips again as his body continued its mischievous slithering.
“Please.” He moaned. “Please, stop tormenting me.”
“Ok, my delicious plaything, I’ll stop.” Kurt laughed as he sat back, moved towards the pillow and retrieved the bottle. “You can have what you want now.” Kurt laid next to the man, propping himself on his elbow and raising his eyebrow seductively. Dave turned towards him, covering him in an instant and finally kissing him, moaning as he was rewarded with the passion and hunger he found in Kurt’s kiss.
Kurt wiggled away from the captain’s body, moving to lay behind him, straddling his back. He placed gentle kisses across the captain’s shoulders as he resumed the friction-inducing rubbing of his body against David’s.
David buried his face into the blankets bunched up underneath him, lost in the incredible sensation of Kurt moving over his body. He was more sure now of what he wanted than he had ever been before. He felt Kurt gently pry his legs apart with his knee and a moment later, he felt the heat of Kurt’s erection grazing his ass. “Yes, my love….yes…” he mumbled into the bed.
Kurt fumbled with the bottle, removing the cork and pouring a generous amount on his fingers. He stroked the length of his cock with it and then added a little more before reaching down between David’s cheeks.
David shuddered at the sensation. He felt Kurt’s fingers lightly brush against his hole, then a moment later, he felt the head of Kurt’s cock press against him.
“Are you ready?”Kurt breathed into the captain’s neck.
“Yes.” He murmured breathlessly, “Do it. Fuck me, please.”
Kurt breached his entrance, sliding his erection in and holding it there, feeling David’s grip tighten then relax faintly before sliding in further. Dave groaned at the feeling of Kurt filling him. The realization of finally getting what he’d wanted for so long mixed with the intense pleasure of having Kurt so close to him, caused him to whimper softly. Kurt pulled almost all the way out then pushed in again, completely burying his cock.
The involuntary groans and whimpers escaping David’s throat caused Kurt to almost lose control of himself. The grip on his shaft was so tight, he knew he wouldn’t last long if he increased his pace. Forcing himself to slow down, he pushed in again. He found a comfortable rhythm, moving in and out slowly as David continued groaning and whimpering in pleasure.
“Faster, Kurt.” Dave lifted his head and turned to look at the man. “I never asked for gentleness. Fuck me, fuck me harder.”
The request shook Kurt to his core, but he complied. He instinctively reached towards David’s head, twisting a fistful of hair into his hand. He increased his speed, thrusting deeper into the larger man, pulling out swiftly and thrusting in again.
David moaned and mumbled with every thrust. “Yes…Kurt….god…yes…yes…ugh…please…”
Kurt suddenly felt David’s grip tighten, his hips bucked back against Kurt and he moaned loudly. “Oh, god….yes….YES!”
Realizing his lover had just come, Kurt increased the frantic pace even more, building towards his own climax. He came hard and fast into David’s tight hole, digging his fingers into the meat of the larger man’s shoulders. He collapsed onto top of the captain’s body, panting wildly.
He lifted his head sharply as he felt himself doze for a second. He slipped his spent penis out and rolled to David’s side, smiling when he saw the peaceful look on David’s face, his eyes still closed.
Kurt reached for a cloth and wiped the wetness from his cock. David opened his eyes and smiled sleepily. He rolled back slightly, taking the cloth Kurt offered and wiping himself. They moved together, back to the top of the bed and laid together among the pillows, snuggling under a blanket. There were no words. Nothing left to say. They slipped away into contented sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
A/N - Kinda freaking proud of this chapter. I worked in NOT ONLY a side-laying 69, which in my opinion is one of the hottest gay sexual positions (not a fan of it personally, since I don't have a dick, but anyway, love gay porn). But also my favorite - bottom!Dave. Yay. I think that helps explain why he had such a hang up (disgust and self-loathing) when he was around Kurt. He wanted him so badly, but it was more what he WANTED the man to do to him. Perversion of nature, right? Anyway. I really hope you guys liked the sexiness. I got a little hot myself, several times. And I decided to work some spoilers into the next chapter. Should be funny.
Author: HamHockLover
Title: The Gleeful Ghost
Pairing: Karofsky and Hummel, of course...
Timeline: Closer to the 1790s now, after doing a lil more research
Rating: This chapter R, I guess, just little sexy stuff, I have a hard time with ratings
Word Count: 4000, this chapter
Summary - My Kurtofsky Pirate fic!! David is captain and Kurt is the cook.
A/N - I love writing fics, mostly because I can be a total bullshitter but hey, its my fic and I get to make stuff up if I want to. I created some convenient pirate history in this chapter, but it makes sense to me, so why argue, right. Also, here's the link to a pic of something that appears in the beginning of this chapter. I saw one of these once and it looked totally badass! I want one! Also, I'm pretty sure next chapter is the finale. I think I'll have all the loose ends tied up with even greater surprises. (Well, what's a bigger surprise than bottom!Dave, really?) Anyway. Enjoy and thank you so much for reading!!
David felt movement next to him. He snuggled closer towards Kurt, only to find the spot where he was laying warm but empty. Lifting his head, blinking through the darkness, he watched the naked cook walk across his quarters and fumble with his pants.
“Where are you going?”
The smaller man turned and smiled, whispering, “Hey…..good morning.” He pulled his pants on quickly and leaned back down for his shirt. “Breakfast. I have to go.”
“Nooo.” David whined. “Come back to bed. I’m giving you the day off.”
Kurt laughed. “That’s adorable, David. But honestly, as accepting as the crew may be of this,” he made a swirling finger motion between the two of them, “I’m not going to make them starve on the first morning after the first night we spend together.” His shirt was buttoned, his shoes were slipped on and he walked back towards the bed, sitting on the edge. “I have to cook, because I am the cook. You sleep, and I’ll see you later.” He leaned down and kissed the captain lightly.
“Mmmph.” He reached for Kurt’s arm, trying to pull him back on the bed but Kurt slipped out of his grasp. “Not fair.”
“My apologies, captain.” He chuckled. “Go back to sleep.”
The day passed quickly. There were no opportunities to plunder merchant vessels and although he wouldn’t have admitted it, Captain Karofsky was relieved. After the events of yesterday - being attacked by the savage pirate ship, dealing with the deaths of four of his crew members and being rescued and released by the graciously sympathetic Admiral of The Cheerwine, he was looking forward to a quiet, uneventful day and night of sailing until they reached Havana.
The only time he’d really spoken to Kurt was when he showed up on the bridge, interrupting the officers and demanding that he be allowed to redress the captain’s wound. He proved he could be feisty when he wanted to be. And even though Kurt concentrated on David’s upper arm, he affected the larger man’s cock more.
Night fell and the crew enjoyed their dinner together on the deck. Hummel and the captain were sitting not quite next to each other, but close. Dirk and Blackmon sat on either side of the captain on the top deck, while Kurt sat below them, cross-legged on a barrel. Karofsky’s two officers were commenting on Kurt’s obvious attempts at buying the crew’s approval and admiration through his amazing culinary skills. Kurt smiled but pretended not to listen.
Four times through the evening of stories, laughter and music-playing, Kurt got up and walked to the galley. David was curious but he couldn’t ask what he was doing while his officers were near. Each time the cook returned with a smirk on his face, which was the most frustrating part of it. David hated not knowing what he was up to.
It was finally late enough in the evening to excuse himself. Karofsky made his way to his cabin, removing his jacket and pouring himself some rum. He wondered how long it would take for Kurt to knock on his door. He passed the time looking at the charts and maps spread across his desk. He studied the coast of southern Florida. He remembered spending time there when he was younger. Sitting back in his chair, swirling the dark rum in his glass, he made a decision. He knew what he had to do. He was close enough. No excuses. He would have to extend the length of The Ghost’s stay while in Havana.
But where in the world was Kurt? He heard the ship’s bells, it was getting late. He walked out of his cabin and surveyed the deck. Most of the crew were gone, turning in for the night. The door to the galley was slightly open. Maybe Kurt was expecting him to come get him. He marched across the deck, exchanging greetings with the night watch and a few other deck hands. He rolled his eyes at the goofy smiles he saw on their faces, not sure if he’d ever get used that that. He reached the galley door and slipped in.
“Hey. What are you doing?”
Kurt stood at the stove in front of a large pot. He wore no shirt and no shoes, just a thin pair of cotton pants rolled up at the calves. “Hi.” He smiled as the captain stepped down into the small space. “What took you so long?”
“Um, sorry? I thought you would, uh…come back to my bed tonight.”
“Oh, I will.” Kurt still stood at the stove, stirring whatever was in the large pot. “But I have a surprise for you first.” He smiled sweetly and winked as he noticed the confusion on the captain’s face.
“I’m not hungry, if that’s what you’re thinking.” David stepped closer to examine the contents of the pot. “Not that I don’t love your coo-there’s nothing in there.”
“Silly man, of course there is.” The cook chuckled. “And it’s almost ready.”
David looked around, confused. There was no delicious smell, no food scraps on the small counter. The dishes from the crew’s dinner were already washed and put away. The contents of the pot smelled like the ocean, if anything. But on a ship at sea, everything smelled like the ocean.
“I would ask you to carry this for me, but your arm is still hurt.” Kurt lifted the large copper pot and carried it around the corner and out of sight.
David had never actually been in the cook’s quarters. But that was apparently where Kurt went. He followed where the man disappeared to, turning the corner and seeing a large double-wide half barrel in the middle of the room. Kurt was pouring the boiling water from the pot into it. The captain glanced around the cabin. There were lit candles on the small table, a tiny bed against the far wall and a chest and several boxes stacked along the other wall. Three portholes kept it from being too claustrophobic and a bucket with a long rope tied to it sat on the floor. Compared to his quarters, this was no more spacious than the holding cell in the brig.
“A bath?” David asked.
“Yes, a bath. It’s sea water, but it’s hot and it feels so good.” He set the pot down and walked around towards the captain. “I find soaking in a hot bath absolutely divine. It’s a luxury aboard a ship, I know, but the barrel is used for laundry as well, so I don’t feel as guilty about the space it takes up. I usually turn it over when I need more work spa--.”
David caught the smaller man in his arms, pressing their lips together, kissing him deeply. Kurt pulled away after a long moment, needing to breathe. He looked up into the hungry eyes of the man holding him and asked, mischievously, seductively, “Well? Would you like to take a bath with me, David?”
The captain honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken a proper bath. Swimming in the ocean didn’t really count but that was his usual method for getting rid of the stench. And now, here was a large barrel, of hot water, with a naked cook about to get in it? He couldn’t think of anything else he’d rather do.
Kurt untied the drawstring on his pants and they dropped to the floor. He stepped gingerly into the tub and fell to his knees. He swirled the water around him as the captain watched. “I hope you like it hot….” He smiled, his eyes skimming over the captain’s sudden, obvious erection.
David began unlacing his shirt and fumbling with his belt. He stepped out of his boots and pants, shedding his clothes in record speed. He stepped into the water, sucking air through his teeth as he adjusted to the heat. He sat down, bringing the water level within a few inches of the top, careful of his wound. He leaned back against the edge of the tub and pulled Kurt back against him. This was, without a doubt going to be the most amazing bath he’d ever had. He stretched his legs out and wrapped his arm around Kurt’s body, leaning down and trailing light kisses across his neck.
“This….is….amazing.” He mumbled against Kurt’s ear.
“I’m glad you like it. It’s a lot of work but totally worth it, I think.” Kurt leaned his head back against the softness of David’s chest. “I can sit and soak for hours sometimes, but this….you in here with me, mmm, so much better.”
They sat in silence for several minutes, enjoying the swishing sound of the water as the boat sailed on.
“There’s soap there,” Kurt gestured with his hand.
David leaned over, reaching for it. He rubbed the chunk of soap between his hands, building up lather and then casually, like he’d done this a million times before, placed his hands on Kurt’s shoulders and began working the soap across his body. The smell was intoxicating. Some kind of flowery spicy mix but it made Kurt’s skin smell absolutely edible. “What is this?” he asked.
“Soap.” Kurt answered matter-of-factly.
“Soap doesn’t smell like that.”
Kurt chuckled, “Well, my soap does. Do you like it?”
“I love it.” His hands continued exploring the cook’s body under the water, all the parts he could reach, at least, without getting his bandage wet. He was slightly disappointed when Kurt took the soap from his hands and continued washing his lower body, legs and feet.
But then Kurt turned, facing him. He began with his shoulders and his neck, moving the soap across his skin, building lather and massaging it into the tense muscles of the captain’s neck. A low groan escaped his mouth as Kurt’s hands continued kneading into his skin. He continued washing, taking care of the bandage, washing down his arms, one at a time slowly, watching the peaceful expression spread across the captain’s face. With his changed position, there were few, if any, areas he could not reach. He worked back down the larger man’s chest, to his belly and hips and then teasingly, by-passing his still throbbing erection. He pulled up at the man’s leg, behind the knee and massaged the soap all the way down to his feet, then repeated on the other leg.
Rubbing his hands together, building up as much lather as he could, he slipped his hands back under the water and grabbed David’s cock soundly, causing a sharp, involuntary gasp. Kurt began stroking it slowly but firmly, dancing the fine line between washing and jerking off. With the soap still in his other hand, he reached further down and cupped his balls, washing, fondling, reaching further.
Kurt suddenly stopped, leaned across the larger man’s body, forgetting the man’s erection, and placed the soap on the edge of the table. He leaned further still, placing his nipple within biting range of the larger man’s mouth, and grabbed a bowl. He sat back, hesitating briefly as he placed a light kiss on the captain’s lips. Sitting back and taller on his knees, he dipped the bowl under the water and raised it over his head, leaning back while pouring the water over his hair, over his shoulders and across his chest. He repeated the move twice again, finally wiping his eyes dry with his fingers and opening them to find a very frustrated looking captain. He couldn’t help the snicker that escaped.
“I understand why you like these things so much. Yet another opportunity for you to torment me.”
“Haven’t you enjoyed yourself at all?” Kurt whispered as he moved his body through the water, reaching to grab a hold of his lover’s hard cock once more.
“Can we please go back to my bed now?”
“Of course, captain.” Kurt answered playfully. He stood slowly, letting the water course its way over his nakedness, letting David get another good look at his body before turning and reaching for a towel.
David raised his injured arm above his head and turned as he slipped his head under the water, causing the water to splash and spill over the edge of the tub. He surfaced, stood and took the towel Kurt handed him.
They stepped out of the tub and began drying themselves off. David felt his fading erection spring to life again as he watched Kurt rub some sort of lotion over his creamy, taut skin. “Why, why must you torture me…?”
“Because I can.” Kurt batted his eyelashes innocently.
“Get dressed, let’s go.”
Kurt knotted the towel across his chest, “I’m ready.”
“Uhh, no.” David answered. “As accepting as the crew may be of this,” he made the same finger swirling motion that Kurt did earlier that day, “I don’t want to start a mutiny over a shared bath and you wearing only a towel back to my quarters.”
Kurt stepped closer, reaching down and grazing his fingers up David’s thigh, painfully close to his dick. “Oh, come on. It’s such a short walk and really quite needless to put all our clothes back on just to take them off a moment later. Who’s out there? The night watch? He likes his job, he won’t say anything. Come on…..”
“You’re going to be the death of me, angel.” David growled as Kurt turned and walked out.
They walked quickly across the deserted deck, Kurt just a half-step behind David. As they took the final two steps up to the landing near the captain’s door, Kurt snatched the back of David’s towel, ripping it from his body and darting inside. He almost got the door shut before David pushed it open and quickly hurled himself in behind him.
“You’re so mean!” David growled as he reached for Kurt.
Kurt squealed, laughing. “I couldn’t resist, I’m so sorry.” He couldn’t stop giggling, dodging the captain’s attempts to grab him. Kurt turned and sprinted for the bed, jumping and turning in the air, landing with a flourish on his back, folding his arms behind his head. “Well? Get over here so I can fuck you again.”
David tried his hardest not to run to the bed, instead walking calmly, then climbing across the bed, sliding up against the smaller man’s body. He rolled towards Kurt, pulling him close and leaning in with a passionate, deep kiss.
Kurt slid his hand down the now incredibly soft skin of his lover, taking hold of his hardened shaft and tugging playfully. He pushed the captain onto his back, slinking and slithering across his body in the way he knew drove the larger man crazy. Looking deep in the man’s eyes, he smiled. “There’s something I want to try. Tell me if you like it.”
He left a trail of kisses down the larger man’s chest, finally reaching his huge erection and swirling his tongue playfully around the head. But he continued further, sucking and licking lightly at the man’s balls, moving his hand lower and teasingly grazing the sensitive areas he found.
The captain sucked air into his mouth and held his breath. What in the world was this man doing to him?
Kurt grazed his tongue along the man’s perineum, moving lower until he finally felt the soft heat of his lover’s hole. Judging by the moans and quickened, irregular breaths coming from the man, he decided to go further, sliding his tongue just barely inside and out and lapping the area twice more for good measure.
He moved to lay next to the quivering man’s body, a huge smile on his face. “What do you think of that?” he asked coyly.
“I…ugh…”
“That good?” He giggled.
Kurt slipped out of the bed again once morning arrived. David reached for him, protesting that he should come back to bed and sleep longer.
“I don’t think I planned this out very well. I don’t have anything to wear now.” He looked around the captain’s quarters in the pale light, chuckling. “I’ll have to borrow one of your shirts. It’ll look more like a dress, I’m thinking.”
David watched as Kurt picked out a shirt from his chest, slipped it over his head and belted it with a sash. “How do I look?” He asked, modeling with one hand on his hip and the other behind his head.
“…the death of me….” The captain mumbled sleepily and collapsed back on the bed.
Later that morning, the captain sat with his officers, eating his breakfast and contemplating their arrival in Havana. There were very few ports available to pirate ships anymore. Every port city was now plastered with warnings and posters, claiming immediate arrest and possible execution for any man found guilty of the charge. The days of the mighty pirate ship were ending. Karofsky thought back to how he came into this life in the first place.
No little boy dreams of growing up to be a pirate. Pirates were outlaws, wanted men, escaped prisoners. Some were hardened criminals, savage and brutal, much like the ship that had attacked them three days ago. But others were just on the unlucky end of unfortunate circumstances, unable to gain legitimate employment because of some secret, tragic past.
He glanced around the members of his crew, considering their stories. Blackmon, Acer and Johnson were escaped slaves, never able to go back home, to see their families. Piracy was their life now but at least they were free. Thatcher was a good man, he knew it. But he’d been raised poor, fending for himself and his younger siblings when his parents died. His life changed forever after being arrested for thievery, spending a year in jail, only to find his brother and sister dead once he was released. His record haunted him, but not nearly as much as the guilt.
Dirk, too. David knew the man had a good heart. But when his wife and unborn son died in childbirth, anguish and rage overwhelmed him, causing him to attack and strangle the doctor for arriving too late. The doctor survived. But Dirk spent five years in prison for attempted murder. He could never be hired for any legitimate position.
And of course, Karofsky and Azimio. They found their way onboard The Gleeful Ghost separately but in the same way. Azimio refused to fulfill the final six months of his indenture-ship once he found out he was to serve as a deck hand on a slave ship en route to Africa. He abandoned his post. A warrant was issued for his arrest. David had a year and a half left on his contract but he knew the time spent onboard that ship would kill his soul. They were wanted men, having committed no real crime. Only when the warrant expired would he be able to find legitimate employment. And he didn’t know when that might be.
He knew all his men’s stories. Some heart-breaking, some unfortunate yet temporary. He paused when he considered Kurt. Surprisingly, he realized he’d never heard his story.
They finally docked at midday. The cargo was unloaded and auctioned off to the highest bidders. A hefty profit was divided among the sailors. The captain walked to the port offices where advertisements for employment were posted. Twenty pairs of eyes followed him as he hung his notice on the board.
“…The Gleeful Ghost…”
“…it’s him, that’s the captain…”
“….how many does he need…?”
Turning around he saw the eagerness in the men’s eyes, all hoping, waiting for their chance to work on his ship. “I have four positions available, men. Common deck hands and perhaps,” he cleared his throat, “a skilled cook.”
The men clamored for his attention, calling out their experience and history, shouting out the names of captains and ships they’ve served under. It would have saddened him if he’d let himself consider the entirety of the situation. These men, desperate for another chance, all hoping to be lucky enough to find employment on the fear-inspiring and auspicious Gleeful Ghost. But he only needed four. He narrowed his choices down and informed the men that they sailed in three days.
Back onboard, he pulled Kurt into his quarters. “I have to…um, I have to go. I have to take care of something.” He didn’t realize it would be this difficult telling Kurt goodbye. “There is something I have to do, a journey I have to make. And there’s a chance, although slight, that I might not return.”
“What? Where? What do you mean?” Kurt asked, not able to hide his sudden anxiety.
“I have to inquire about my warrant. I have to go to Florida to see if I’m a free man. In the unlikely event that I’m detained, Dirk is to assume command.”
Kurt was silent. He understood the trip could be dangerous but he still wanted to go. It was agonizing to know that he wasn’t being invited.
“I’m sorry, Kurt. I care too much about you to put you in danger. Stay here, on The Ghost and I’ll be back. I promise.”
Kurt turned, feeling tears prick his eyes. Not only was he not being invited to go but there was a chance David wouldn’t come back.
David placed his hands on Kurt’s shoulders. “I’m sorry, angel. Don’t cry.”
“I’m not crying.” Kurt lied, turning his head further.
David turned Kurt back around and wrapped him in a massive embrace. “I’m coming back, love. I promise.”
They stood like that for a few moments, silent tears staining Kurt’s cheeks. He sniffed and wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve.
“Can I ask you something, Kurt?”
He nodded against the captain’s chest.
“Why did you become a pirate? I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But, I was just curious, how it happened.”
Kurt sniffed again and pulled away, looking up into David’s warm, loving eyes. He led him over to his chair, sat him down and then curled into his lap. “My dad protected me, growing up. He knew I was different before I knew it myself. Sue too. At first, she was horrible, always in my face, telling me to be a man. I was eleven.” He chuckled slightly at the memory, then sniffed again. “But she was helping me, I think. She was there, always ready to come to my defense against the rowdy, bullying crew onboard the Endeavor. But when my father passed and Sue was promoted to another ship, I was suddenly alone and defenseless. I was almost raped, I think.”
“What!” The larger man stiffened. “Why would anyone--? How could they--?”
“It’s ok. It didn’t happen.” Kurt soothed. “They beat me rather severely but I managed to escape before they came back. I jumped overboard, swam the few miles back to shore and a few months later got hired onboard The Ghost.”
“You’re not...wanted? You’ve never been arrested or charged with a crime?”
“Not yet….but there’s still time, right?” Kurt deadpanned. “No. No life of crime. Just desperation. All the captains, all the ships I tried to get hired on, well….they took one look at me and they knew. It wasn’t til Captain Hartsock. Maybe he was in a generous mood or maybe he just didn’t realize, but he felt sorry for me and I was hired. I was sad when Azimio-never mind.”
“I’m going to come back, Kurt. I promise.” David squeezed Kurt tighter. “And I’ll be free. Free to work on any ship, for any shipping company, anywhere across this continent.”
They sat together in silence, Kurt curled up on David’s lap until it was time for the captain to finally go. Kurt refused to shed another tear, not wanting to upset him and also not wanting that to be the last thing he remembers, in case…well. He refused to think about that as well. David would come back. He knew it.
The captain left The Gleeful Ghost in the capable hands of his lieutenant, Dirk and walked across the port to another dock, to another boat and boarded. The small vessel set sail and headed north toward the eastern coast of Florida.
How much longer could he captain this ship anyway? The navy set up heavy patrols of the Caribbean, rendering pirate ships almost extinct. That was the main reason they had begun sailing south in the first place. But now the naval ships patrolled these waters as well. The reason for his success may not have been good luck as much as the number of competing pirate vessels was severely reduced.
Perhaps once they’d arrived at Havana, he’d inquire about available positions on legitimate merchant ships. Although the thought of being somewhere that Kurt wasn’t, seemed too depressing to consider.
A knock on his door snapped him out of his musings.
“Dinner is served, captain.” Dirk stood in the doorway, smirking slightly. “Would you like me to inform the cook you’ll take you meal in your cabin, or would you prefer to eat on deck, with the crew?”
That was the question, wasn’t it? The bandage on his wound was suddenly too tight. He stretched his arm as far as he could to release some of the tightness, stalling while he considered his answer.
“How are the injured seamen, Dirk?” He decided to change the subject while he still considered his reply. “Have there been any turns for the worse?”
“No, captain. Thatcher and Perry are much improved and eating with the rest of the crew on the deck as we speak. The others are resting comfortably.”
“That’s good.” He sat back in his chair and studied his lieutenant, leaning against the doorframe. “You’re sure about this? The crew knows?” he asked.
“Yes.” Dirk chuckled, “The crew knows.”
“This won’t affect my ability to command this ship? I won’t lose the respect or admiration of my men?”
“Captain. You’re close to losing my respect if you don’t do this.” He laughed and shook his head at his friend. “There are no excuses left. The men are planning, um…a celebration, of sorts. To do with the rescue from The Cheerwine. There will be music and no doubt…um, sufficient rowdiness and noise for the better part of the evening.”
David stared out past his officer to the spectacular sunset coloring the sky. He placed his hand over the bandage on his arm and stretched again slightly. How could he go from having such confidence earlier today to now having none?
“Captain?” Dirk pressed.
He closed his eyes and sighed. “Very well, I’ll, um….take my meal in my quarters. Thank you.”
The door closed behind Dirk and the captain stood, walking the length of his cabin. He blew out the flames in the two lanterns hanging on his wall. He then retrieved a bottle of wine from a chest at the foot of his bed. His stomach knotted slightly as he stared at his bed, at the pillows and blankets lying across it. He turned back towards his desk, opened the bottle and poured two glasses. Collapsing into his chair he downed his glass in three large gulps, contemplating if the two remaining lanterns provided enough light or if he should relight another. “Fuck.” he mumbled to himself. Would this anxiety ever fade away?
A banging on the door twisted his stomach further. “Come in.” He attempted despite his shaky voice.
“Um, I can’t, sir.” Hummel chuckled from behind the closed door.
“Shit, of course.” David quickly stood, walked across the cabin and opened the door. Hummel stood, holding a large tray of dishes in his hands. “I’m sorry, here…” Dave took the tray carefully, turning, walking across the room and placing it on his cleared desk.
Kurt stood with his back against the door, closing it behind him, waiting. The captain turned to look at him. They each took the three steps needed to close the distance between their bodies.
“Hi.” The captain breathed, surprisingly unable to move, unable to touch him.
“Hello.” Kurt answered, smiling. He placed his hand gently over the bandage underneath the larger man’s shirt. “How is it?” he asked.
David closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply, taking pleasure in the smaller man’s casual touch. “Fine.” He breathed. His eyes flew open as the hand that was just on his arm was now on his chest. His hand reached up to touch Kurt’s face, stroking his cheek. He leaned in and gently pressed his lips against Kurt’s. His arms wrapped around the smaller man’s frame and pulled him close while their mouths explored each other’s hungrily.
The cook finally broke the lengthy, passionate kiss. “Mm-mm. No, eat,” pushing against the larger man’s chest, walking him backwards towards his chair.
The captain discreetly adjusted the hardened bulge in his pants as he complied with Kurt’s orders and sat down.
Kurt set David’s plate in front of him and poured more wine into his glass. He sat across the makeshift table and picked up his fork. Music began to play outside and they both smiled. Kurt winked.
“Every time I’m with you, every interaction we have, you find new and interesting ways of tormenting me.” Karofsky announced before biting into the chuck of meat at the end of his fork. “God, this is amazing, what is it?”
“Curry. From the orient, India, actually.” Kurt smiled as the captain brought his fork to his mouth several more times. “I purchased it in Georgetown. I was hoping you’d like it.”
The larger man could only moan as he hungrily finished his plate. He drained his glass of wine as he noticed Kurt’s plate barely half gone.
Kurt chuckled as the captain eyed his dish. “Should I go to the galley and get you more?” he asked.
David stabbed his fork into a morsel on Kurt’s plate and popped it into his mouth. “No…” he answered. “My appetite for food has been satisfied.”
Kurt took another bite then pushed his plate away and reached for his glass of wine. Never breaking eye contact, he sat back in his chair, smiled and sipped slowly.
David stood, walking around to stand in front of the cook. Kurt placed his glass on the table as the captain reached for his hand and raised him to his feet. His arms moved around Kurt’s frame, pulling him closer again as his lips press gently into his.
“Do you have any idea how badly I want you, Kurt?” he mumbled as his mouth moved down Kurt’s jaw and found the warmth of his neck.
“Yes, sir, I believe I do.” Kurt answered breathlessly.
“If you call me ‘sir’ one more time…” David growled against his neck.
“My apologies.” Kurt replied, chuckling.
The larger man’s hands found the buttons of Kurt’s shirt and began fumbling with them. His mouth explored the newly exposed skin of Kurt’s shoulders as the shirt was finally opened and removed. He backed away slightly in order to appreciate the beautiful creaminess of the smaller man’s skin in striking contrast with the darker pink circles of his nipples.
“So beautiful…” David mumbled quietly.
Kurt used the opportunity to push the captain back against the edge of the table. He unbuttoned the leather vest and tossed it aside. He deftly worked the laces and buttons on the captain’s shirt and tossed it aside as well, taking care with the wound on his arm. He leaned down, lifting the captain’s foot off the floor and slipping off his boot, then the other. All the while, Karofsky watching him work, staring intently as he undressed him.
“You seem to know what you’re doing here.” The captain whispered.
“Well, it’s not the first time I’ve undressed you.” Kurt answered as he moved to work the captain’s belt.
David grabbed Kurt’s hands, causing the smaller man to look up in surprise. “What?”
“You don’t remember. I didn’t think you would.” Kurt smiled and he brought his hands up to the delightfully hairy chest in front of him, exploring it gently. “When you fell ill. I convinced Captain Azimio to send for the doctor. Truthfully, I dressed you first, before undressing you later, since you were rather….um, naked.” Kurt looked down, blushing.
The captain only stared in shock, nothing in his memory could confirm or deny what Kurt was telling him.
“I cared for you those four days, giving you the medicine the doctor prescribed, trying to feed you, to keep you comfortable….”
“You were there? The whole time, caring for me while I was sick and I never knew?” David searched the man’s eyes, trying to recall something. “I only remember trying to get up, you trying to stop me. I was angry about something.”
“I kept calling you ‘sir’…I think that’s what it was.” Kurt chuckled. “You thought I was an angel, I think. You kept calling me that, anyway.”
He took the man’s face in his hands and kissed him gently, “Angel…” he whispered. The familiar feelings of lust and desire were now mixed with…could it be, love?
They reached for each other’s belts at the same time, causing a moment of awkward laughter. The belts were opened and Kurt began inching the captain’s pants down over his hips, freeing his cock. The larger man pulled Kurt against his body, feeling the warmth of his bare skin against his, grinding their mutual erections against each other and kissing him deeply. Kurt toed off his shoes quickly while running his hands over the larger man’s back and shoulders.
David pulled him away, inching Kurt’s trousers down and off, releasing his swollen cock as well before finishing the work of removing his own pants. David brought Kurt’s hands to his lips, kissing them gently as he began to walk backwards, leading Kurt towards his bed. He lifted Kurt’s hand as Kurt climbed up onto the large bed, scooting across it and laying back against the pillows.
“Wait!” Kurt jumped up, scooting back across the bed and scurrying back to his pants lying on the floor.
David watched curiously as Kurt retrieved something from his pocket, hid it in his hand and walked slowly back to the bed.
“My apologies, again.” He whispered as he decidedly ignored the inquisitive looks the captain was giving him. He climbed back onto the bed and slid the small object underneath the pillow behind him.
David climbed onto the bed, sliding up against Kurt’s body, raising his hand to the man’s face as he leaned in to catch him in a deep kiss. David moved closer, propping himself up on his good elbow as his mouth explored Kurt’s body, moving across his neck and collarbone, down his chest and finding the smaller man’s nipples, taking them into his mouth one at a time.
Kurt shuddered at the sensation, his hands lightly grazing the larger man’s back and shoulders. David ran his hand up along Kurt’s thigh, moving it ever so lightly across his cock and then continuing up to his chest and cupping his face again.
The captain looked deep into Kurt’s eyes, his hand holding onto the smaller man’s face. He leaned in and kissed him lightly then pulled back. “What was in your hand, Kurt?”
Damn, Kurt thought. He was hoping to introduce the substance without the captain’s obvious knowledge. He’d never been with a man before but he assumed enough to know that certain things needed certain lubrication.
“It’s…um…well.” Kurt stammered. He looked up and into the kind eyes of his captain. Maybe if he kissed him, he would distract him enough and he would forget. He tried it. Craning his neck up and kissing the larger man deeply. For a moment, it worked. David leaned down and smothered the cook with the deepest, most passionate kiss yet.
But he pulled away. Curiosity overwhelming the need to continue the kiss. “Yes…? Its um, well?” He repeated Kurt’s words.
“It’s an ointment, somewhat like an oil, I think. It’s for, um….later. I mean, it will assist in the actual…um, when you…” Embarrassment colored the smaller man’s cheeks as he tried to explain.
“Where did you get it?” the captain persisted.
Kurt was really missing the feel of the man’s mouth on his and truly could not understand why these questions continued. “The apothecary.” Kurt reached his hands up and around David’s neck pulling him close, trying to make their lips meet again.
Inches away from another kiss, David pulled back again. “The apothecary in New Augustine? When I was ill? You’ve had it since then?” There was amusement in his voice at this point.
Kurt squirmed underneath the man, pulling at his shoulders and trying to continue the kissing so that the embarrassing conversation could end. David leaned down and kissed him deeply, while sliding his hand underneath the pillow and retrieving the small vial of whatever-it-was. He broke the kiss, chuckling as he saw the irritation on Kurt’s face. He sat up in the bed, uncorking the tiny glass bottle and letting a single drop fall onto his finger.
Kurt still laid back against the pillows, watching as the captain continued his fascination with the substance, rubbing his fingers together, smirking slightly.
Exasperated, Kurt finally sat up, taking the vial from David’s hands and corking it. “It’s mine. Like I said, captain. It’s for later, for me, when you are about to…you know.”
“No.” Dave stated matter-of-factly. He turned back towards the man, swiftly pushing him back against the bed, covering him. He closed his mouth over the smaller man’s and hungrily kissed him.
Kurt let out a faint gasp, confused. Still clutching the vial in his hand, he pulled away slightly, “What? What do you mean ‘no’?” Would the captain not let him use it? He couldn’t understand.
David pulled back again, searching Kurt’s eyes. “It’s not for you, it’s for me.” He returned to placing gentle kisses around the smaller man’s face and neck, speaking as he made his way. “It’s for when you….are about to…you know.” Kurt gasped at his words. “I want you inside me. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, Kurt….from the moment I saw you standing in the galley….your sweet angelic face….my mind has been consumed by you….my lust and longing for you have been overwhelming. You are what I want. I want you to fuck me, Kurt.”
His final few words were such a faint whisper, Kurt was afraid he’d only imagined them. He was speechless. The only sounds were the faint music and singing in the distance combined with the light kisses still being placed along Kurt’s neck, shoulders and face. David pulled back and stared into Kurt’s eyes, questioningly. Kurt didn’t know what to say.
“Please, angel. Please don’t deny me.”
Finally finding the will to speak, he answered. “How could I….ever…deny you, David?” He slid the vial slightly under the pillow and moved his hand slowly towards the erection grinding into his thigh. Wrapping his hand around it firmly, he began to stroke the length of it. Gasps of pleasure were released against his neck as shudders overtook the captain’s body.
David slid his hand down as well, finding Kurt’s hard cock and squeezing gently. The smaller man let out a low moan as the sensation gripped him.
He released his hold on David’s shaft, placing his hands firmly against his chest and pushing him back against the bed. He placed his hands on either side of David’s head, leaning down to kiss the man deeply before pulling back and smiling sweetly. He began kissing along David’s jaw line, leaving a trail of light kisses down his neck and chest, finally arriving at the throbbing dick he found before him. Sitting back, folding his legs underneath him, he looked up to smile at his lover as he leaned forward, taking the length of David’s cock in his mouth.
Loud guttural groans escaped the captain’s mouth and his body trembled. He sat up quickly, reaching with his uninjured arm for Kurt’s hip. “Here, come here…” is all he could say, unsure of what words to use but knowing what he wanted. He snagged Kurt leg, just behind the knee and pulled him.
Kurt was confused by the man’s sudden need to change positions, but didn’t fight it. His legs were being pulled up towards the man and he was being pushed to his side.
The captain rolled to his side as well, facing him. He pulled Kurt’s lower body closer to him until his mouth had perfect access to the Kurt’s cock. He wrapped his fingers around it gently, pulling it towards his mouth and taking the entire length at once.
Kurt gasped. He had never let go of his hold on the captain’s erection, finally realizing what was happening. He continued sucking and stroking the larger man’s shaft while being thrown into exquisite pleasure from the sensation of having it done to him at the same time. Immediately their stroking and sucking became rhythmic, mirroring each other’s pace and pressure. Kurt moved his free hand to fondle the captain’s scrotum, knowing they would both be finished soon. He worked his hand between the slight gap in David’s legs, forcing him to open them wider. He reached through, stroking the larger man’s ass gently, exploring the sensitive areas hidden there and then gently letting his finger play at the man’s entrance.
It was enough to send the captain over the edge. He climaxed forcefully, trembling and gasping for air, breaking contact with Kurt’s dick, grunting through waves of pleasure as Kurt continued sucking, taking in, swallowing all the man had to offer.
He had barely caught his breath when his mouth closed over the other man’s erection again. With eagerness he continued his work at bringing Kurt to orgasm. Soon the smaller man was bucking his hips, grabbing at the blankets and pillows surrounding him, gasping for air and moaning with delight as the captain drank down the last drop of his cum.
David moved to lie next to Kurt, their feet pointing towards the head of the bed. Dave pulled the corner of the blanket over them as their panting breaths calmed and returned to normal.
“I lied.” Dave whispered, finally breaking the silence. “I’ve wanted to do that as well.”
Kurt rolled, turning to face his lover, curling into the larger man’s chest. “It seems we’re taking care of all your fantasies tonight, aren’t we, David.” Kurt whispered, chuckling lightly.
He stiffened slightly. “What about you? What are your fantasies?” He suddenly felt selfish, thinking he’d missed something obvious. He stroked the porcelain skin of Kurt’s back as he whispered. “Tell me, Kurt. Anything you want, anything at all…”
Kurt chuckled again and buried himself into David’s warm, fuzzy chest. “Honestly, I’m perfectly content just being here, wrapped up with you in a blanket. I never thought past simply making it to your bed.”
The captain laughed. “Wow. No imagination, huh?”
“Yes, I have an imagination.” Kurt answered playfully. “I just wasn’t sure if this would ever happen. I didn’t want to torture myself. You’ve seemed…um, somewhat aloof the past few weeks. I was afraid you’d lost interest.”
“Lost interest? In you? Nothing could be further from the truth, my love.”
They laid together in silence, drifting off to sleep as the music and singing continued outside. The ship’s bells woke Kurt up a few hours later. He snuggled into the sleeping man’s body, enjoying the sound of his deep, steady breathing. He slowly slid his hand between their bodies, finding the captain’s limp penis and fondling it gently. He looked up at his lover’s face, waiting for his eyes to open as he continued stroking, squeezing and pulling, feeling it grow in his hands.
“You lied.” The captain growled. “Tormenting me was most definitely what you planned to do once you made it to my bed.”
Kurt pushed the larger man onto his back, rubbing his body against his, grinding into him, all the while, keeping hold of his now throbbing cock in his hand. “You found me out, captain….” he breathed against the warmth of the man’s neck. A whimper escaped David’s mouth as Kurt’s tongue playfully danced across his lips. He released his hold on David’s erection and placed both hands next to the man’s head, slithering up and down the length of the captain’s body, causing the most incredible sort of friction between them.
The captain attempted a kiss but Kurt pulled back quickly, only to lean down again and lick at the trembling lips of the man beneath him. “You’re not an angel….you’re a demon.” He groaned.
“Does it really matter what I am.…if I’m here to give you pleasure?” Kurt asked coyly as he leaned in towards David’s ear, taking the lobe into his mouth and sucking hungrily.
“Fuck.” The larger man growled.
“We will.” Kurt breathed again, hot into the man’s ear.
“W-w-where is it? I want it. I want you.” David squirmed underneath Kurt’s weight, searching with his foot for the vial still hidden underneath the pillow. “I’m ready, Kurt, please. I want you.”
“Impatient.” Kurt smiled, leaning down and slowly, teasingly licking at David’s lips again as his body continued its mischievous slithering.
“Please.” He moaned. “Please, stop tormenting me.”
“Ok, my delicious plaything, I’ll stop.” Kurt laughed as he sat back, moved towards the pillow and retrieved the bottle. “You can have what you want now.” Kurt laid next to the man, propping himself on his elbow and raising his eyebrow seductively. Dave turned towards him, covering him in an instant and finally kissing him, moaning as he was rewarded with the passion and hunger he found in Kurt’s kiss.
Kurt wiggled away from the captain’s body, moving to lay behind him, straddling his back. He placed gentle kisses across the captain’s shoulders as he resumed the friction-inducing rubbing of his body against David’s.
David buried his face into the blankets bunched up underneath him, lost in the incredible sensation of Kurt moving over his body. He was more sure now of what he wanted than he had ever been before. He felt Kurt gently pry his legs apart with his knee and a moment later, he felt the heat of Kurt’s erection grazing his ass. “Yes, my love….yes…” he mumbled into the bed.
Kurt fumbled with the bottle, removing the cork and pouring a generous amount on his fingers. He stroked the length of his cock with it and then added a little more before reaching down between David’s cheeks.
David shuddered at the sensation. He felt Kurt’s fingers lightly brush against his hole, then a moment later, he felt the head of Kurt’s cock press against him.
“Are you ready?”Kurt breathed into the captain’s neck.
“Yes.” He murmured breathlessly, “Do it. Fuck me, please.”
Kurt breached his entrance, sliding his erection in and holding it there, feeling David’s grip tighten then relax faintly before sliding in further. Dave groaned at the feeling of Kurt filling him. The realization of finally getting what he’d wanted for so long mixed with the intense pleasure of having Kurt so close to him, caused him to whimper softly. Kurt pulled almost all the way out then pushed in again, completely burying his cock.
The involuntary groans and whimpers escaping David’s throat caused Kurt to almost lose control of himself. The grip on his shaft was so tight, he knew he wouldn’t last long if he increased his pace. Forcing himself to slow down, he pushed in again. He found a comfortable rhythm, moving in and out slowly as David continued groaning and whimpering in pleasure.
“Faster, Kurt.” Dave lifted his head and turned to look at the man. “I never asked for gentleness. Fuck me, fuck me harder.”
The request shook Kurt to his core, but he complied. He instinctively reached towards David’s head, twisting a fistful of hair into his hand. He increased his speed, thrusting deeper into the larger man, pulling out swiftly and thrusting in again.
David moaned and mumbled with every thrust. “Yes…Kurt….god…yes…yes…ugh…please…”
Kurt suddenly felt David’s grip tighten, his hips bucked back against Kurt and he moaned loudly. “Oh, god….yes….YES!”
Realizing his lover had just come, Kurt increased the frantic pace even more, building towards his own climax. He came hard and fast into David’s tight hole, digging his fingers into the meat of the larger man’s shoulders. He collapsed onto top of the captain’s body, panting wildly.
He lifted his head sharply as he felt himself doze for a second. He slipped his spent penis out and rolled to David’s side, smiling when he saw the peaceful look on David’s face, his eyes still closed.
Kurt reached for a cloth and wiped the wetness from his cock. David opened his eyes and smiled sleepily. He rolled back slightly, taking the cloth Kurt offered and wiping himself. They moved together, back to the top of the bed and laid together among the pillows, snuggling under a blanket. There were no words. Nothing left to say. They slipped away into contented sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
A/N - Kinda freaking proud of this chapter. I worked in NOT ONLY a side-laying 69, which in my opinion is one of the hottest gay sexual positions (not a fan of it personally, since I don't have a dick, but anyway, love gay porn). But also my favorite - bottom!Dave. Yay. I think that helps explain why he had such a hang up (disgust and self-loathing) when he was around Kurt. He wanted him so badly, but it was more what he WANTED the man to do to him. Perversion of nature, right? Anyway. I really hope you guys liked the sexiness. I got a little hot myself, several times. And I decided to work some spoilers into the next chapter. Should be funny.
Author: HamHockLover
Title: The Gleeful Ghost
Pairing: Karofsky and Hummel, of course...
Timeline: Closer to the 1790s now, after doing a lil more research
Rating: This chapter R, I guess, just little sexy stuff, I have a hard time with ratings
Word Count: 4000, this chapter
Summary - My Kurtofsky Pirate fic!! David is captain and Kurt is the cook.
A/N - I love writing fics, mostly because I can be a total bullshitter but hey, its my fic and I get to make stuff up if I want to. I created some convenient pirate history in this chapter, but it makes sense to me, so why argue, right. Also, here's the link to a pic of something that appears in the beginning of this chapter. I saw one of these once and it looked totally badass! I want one! Also, I'm pretty sure next chapter is the finale. I think I'll have all the loose ends tied up with even greater surprises. (Well, what's a bigger surprise than bottom!Dave, really?) Anyway. Enjoy and thank you so much for reading!!
David felt movement next to him. He snuggled closer towards Kurt, only to find the spot where he was laying warm but empty. Lifting his head, blinking through the darkness, he watched the naked cook walk across his quarters and fumble with his pants.
“Where are you going?”
The smaller man turned and smiled, whispering, “Hey…..good morning.” He pulled his pants on quickly and leaned back down for his shirt. “Breakfast. I have to go.”
“Nooo.” David whined. “Come back to bed. I’m giving you the day off.”
Kurt laughed. “That’s adorable, David. But honestly, as accepting as the crew may be of this,” he made a swirling finger motion between the two of them, “I’m not going to make them starve on the first morning after the first night we spend together.” His shirt was buttoned, his shoes were slipped on and he walked back towards the bed, sitting on the edge. “I have to cook, because I am the cook. You sleep, and I’ll see you later.” He leaned down and kissed the captain lightly.
“Mmmph.” He reached for Kurt’s arm, trying to pull him back on the bed but Kurt slipped out of his grasp. “Not fair.”
“My apologies, captain.” He chuckled. “Go back to sleep.”
The day passed quickly. There were no opportunities to plunder merchant vessels and although he wouldn’t have admitted it, Captain Karofsky was relieved. After the events of yesterday - being attacked by the savage pirate ship, dealing with the deaths of four of his crew members and being rescued and released by the graciously sympathetic Admiral of The Cheerwine, he was looking forward to a quiet, uneventful day and night of sailing until they reached Havana.
The only time he’d really spoken to Kurt was when he showed up on the bridge, interrupting the officers and demanding that he be allowed to redress the captain’s wound. He proved he could be feisty when he wanted to be. And even though Kurt concentrated on David’s upper arm, he affected the larger man’s cock more.
Night fell and the crew enjoyed their dinner together on the deck. Hummel and the captain were sitting not quite next to each other, but close. Dirk and Blackmon sat on either side of the captain on the top deck, while Kurt sat below them, cross-legged on a barrel. Karofsky’s two officers were commenting on Kurt’s obvious attempts at buying the crew’s approval and admiration through his amazing culinary skills. Kurt smiled but pretended not to listen.
Four times through the evening of stories, laughter and music-playing, Kurt got up and walked to the galley. David was curious but he couldn’t ask what he was doing while his officers were near. Each time the cook returned with a smirk on his face, which was the most frustrating part of it. David hated not knowing what he was up to.
It was finally late enough in the evening to excuse himself. Karofsky made his way to his cabin, removing his jacket and pouring himself some rum. He wondered how long it would take for Kurt to knock on his door. He passed the time looking at the charts and maps spread across his desk. He studied the coast of southern Florida. He remembered spending time there when he was younger. Sitting back in his chair, swirling the dark rum in his glass, he made a decision. He knew what he had to do. He was close enough. No excuses. He would have to extend the length of The Ghost’s stay while in Havana.
But where in the world was Kurt? He heard the ship’s bells, it was getting late. He walked out of his cabin and surveyed the deck. Most of the crew were gone, turning in for the night. The door to the galley was slightly open. Maybe Kurt was expecting him to come get him. He marched across the deck, exchanging greetings with the night watch and a few other deck hands. He rolled his eyes at the goofy smiles he saw on their faces, not sure if he’d ever get used that that. He reached the galley door and slipped in.
“Hey. What are you doing?”
Kurt stood at the stove in front of a large pot. He wore no shirt and no shoes, just a thin pair of cotton pants rolled up at the calves. “Hi.” He smiled as the captain stepped down into the small space. “What took you so long?”
“Um, sorry? I thought you would, uh…come back to my bed tonight.”
“Oh, I will.” Kurt still stood at the stove, stirring whatever was in the large pot. “But I have a surprise for you first.” He smiled sweetly and winked as he noticed the confusion on the captain’s face.
“I’m not hungry, if that’s what you’re thinking.” David stepped closer to examine the contents of the pot. “Not that I don’t love your coo-there’s nothing in there.”
“Silly man, of course there is.” The cook chuckled. “And it’s almost ready.”
David looked around, confused. There was no delicious smell, no food scraps on the small counter. The dishes from the crew’s dinner were already washed and put away. The contents of the pot smelled like the ocean, if anything. But on a ship at sea, everything smelled like the ocean.
“I would ask you to carry this for me, but your arm is still hurt.” Kurt lifted the large copper pot and carried it around the corner and out of sight.
David had never actually been in the cook’s quarters. But that was apparently where Kurt went. He followed where the man disappeared to, turning the corner and seeing a large double-wide half barrel in the middle of the room. Kurt was pouring the boiling water from the pot into it. The captain glanced around the cabin. There were lit candles on the small table, a tiny bed against the far wall and a chest and several boxes stacked along the other wall. Three portholes kept it from being too claustrophobic and a bucket with a long rope tied to it sat on the floor. Compared to his quarters, this was no more spacious than the holding cell in the brig.
“A bath?” David asked.
“Yes, a bath. It’s sea water, but it’s hot and it feels so good.” He set the pot down and walked around towards the captain. “I find soaking in a hot bath absolutely divine. It’s a luxury aboard a ship, I know, but the barrel is used for laundry as well, so I don’t feel as guilty about the space it takes up. I usually turn it over when I need more work spa--.”
David caught the smaller man in his arms, pressing their lips together, kissing him deeply. Kurt pulled away after a long moment, needing to breathe. He looked up into the hungry eyes of the man holding him and asked, mischievously, seductively, “Well? Would you like to take a bath with me, David?”
The captain honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken a proper bath. Swimming in the ocean didn’t really count but that was his usual method for getting rid of the stench. And now, here was a large barrel, of hot water, with a naked cook about to get in it? He couldn’t think of anything else he’d rather do.
Kurt untied the drawstring on his pants and they dropped to the floor. He stepped gingerly into the tub and fell to his knees. He swirled the water around him as the captain watched. “I hope you like it hot….” He smiled, his eyes skimming over the captain’s sudden, obvious erection.
David began unlacing his shirt and fumbling with his belt. He stepped out of his boots and pants, shedding his clothes in record speed. He stepped into the water, sucking air through his teeth as he adjusted to the heat. He sat down, bringing the water level within a few inches of the top, careful of his wound. He leaned back against the edge of the tub and pulled Kurt back against him. This was, without a doubt going to be the most amazing bath he’d ever had. He stretched his legs out and wrapped his arm around Kurt’s body, leaning down and trailing light kisses across his neck.
“This….is….amazing.” He mumbled against Kurt’s ear.
“I’m glad you like it. It’s a lot of work but totally worth it, I think.” Kurt leaned his head back against the softness of David’s chest. “I can sit and soak for hours sometimes, but this….you in here with me, mmm, so much better.”
They sat in silence for several minutes, enjoying the swishing sound of the water as the boat sailed on.
“There’s soap there,” Kurt gestured with his hand.
David leaned over, reaching for it. He rubbed the chunk of soap between his hands, building up lather and then casually, like he’d done this a million times before, placed his hands on Kurt’s shoulders and began working the soap across his body. The smell was intoxicating. Some kind of flowery spicy mix but it made Kurt’s skin smell absolutely edible. “What is this?” he asked.
“Soap.” Kurt answered matter-of-factly.
“Soap doesn’t smell like that.”
Kurt chuckled, “Well, my soap does. Do you like it?”
“I love it.” His hands continued exploring the cook’s body under the water, all the parts he could reach, at least, without getting his bandage wet. He was slightly disappointed when Kurt took the soap from his hands and continued washing his lower body, legs and feet.
But then Kurt turned, facing him. He began with his shoulders and his neck, moving the soap across his skin, building lather and massaging it into the tense muscles of the captain’s neck. A low groan escaped his mouth as Kurt’s hands continued kneading into his skin. He continued washing, taking care of the bandage, washing down his arms, one at a time slowly, watching the peaceful expression spread across the captain’s face. With his changed position, there were few, if any, areas he could not reach. He worked back down the larger man’s chest, to his belly and hips and then teasingly, by-passing his still throbbing erection. He pulled up at the man’s leg, behind the knee and massaged the soap all the way down to his feet, then repeated on the other leg.
Rubbing his hands together, building up as much lather as he could, he slipped his hands back under the water and grabbed David’s cock soundly, causing a sharp, involuntary gasp. Kurt began stroking it slowly but firmly, dancing the fine line between washing and jerking off. With the soap still in his other hand, he reached further down and cupped his balls, washing, fondling, reaching further.
Kurt suddenly stopped, leaned across the larger man’s body, forgetting the man’s erection, and placed the soap on the edge of the table. He leaned further still, placing his nipple within biting range of the larger man’s mouth, and grabbed a bowl. He sat back, hesitating briefly as he placed a light kiss on the captain’s lips. Sitting back and taller on his knees, he dipped the bowl under the water and raised it over his head, leaning back while pouring the water over his hair, over his shoulders and across his chest. He repeated the move twice again, finally wiping his eyes dry with his fingers and opening them to find a very frustrated looking captain. He couldn’t help the snicker that escaped.
“I understand why you like these things so much. Yet another opportunity for you to torment me.”
“Haven’t you enjoyed yourself at all?” Kurt whispered as he moved his body through the water, reaching to grab a hold of his lover’s hard cock once more.
“Can we please go back to my bed now?”
“Of course, captain.” Kurt answered playfully. He stood slowly, letting the water course its way over his nakedness, letting David get another good look at his body before turning and reaching for a towel.
David raised his injured arm above his head and turned as he slipped his head under the water, causing the water to splash and spill over the edge of the tub. He surfaced, stood and took the towel Kurt handed him.
They stepped out of the tub and began drying themselves off. David felt his fading erection spring to life again as he watched Kurt rub some sort of lotion over his creamy, taut skin. “Why, why must you torture me…?”
“Because I can.” Kurt batted his eyelashes innocently.
“Get dressed, let’s go.”
Kurt knotted the towel across his chest, “I’m ready.”
“Uhh, no.” David answered. “As accepting as the crew may be of this,” he made the same finger swirling motion that Kurt did earlier that day, “I don’t want to start a mutiny over a shared bath and you wearing only a towel back to my quarters.”
Kurt stepped closer, reaching down and grazing his fingers up David’s thigh, painfully close to his dick. “Oh, come on. It’s such a short walk and really quite needless to put all our clothes back on just to take them off a moment later. Who’s out there? The night watch? He likes his job, he won’t say anything. Come on…..”
“You’re going to be the death of me, angel.” David growled as Kurt turned and walked out.
They walked quickly across the deserted deck, Kurt just a half-step behind David. As they took the final two steps up to the landing near the captain’s door, Kurt snatched the back of David’s towel, ripping it from his body and darting inside. He almost got the door shut before David pushed it open and quickly hurled himself in behind him.
“You’re so mean!” David growled as he reached for Kurt.
Kurt squealed, laughing. “I couldn’t resist, I’m so sorry.” He couldn’t stop giggling, dodging the captain’s attempts to grab him. Kurt turned and sprinted for the bed, jumping and turning in the air, landing with a flourish on his back, folding his arms behind his head. “Well? Get over here so I can fuck you again.”
David tried his hardest not to run to the bed, instead walking calmly, then climbing across the bed, sliding up against the smaller man’s body. He rolled towards Kurt, pulling him close and leaning in with a passionate, deep kiss.
Kurt slid his hand down the now incredibly soft skin of his lover, taking hold of his hardened shaft and tugging playfully. He pushed the captain onto his back, slinking and slithering across his body in the way he knew drove the larger man crazy. Looking deep in the man’s eyes, he smiled. “There’s something I want to try. Tell me if you like it.”
He left a trail of kisses down the larger man’s chest, finally reaching his huge erection and swirling his tongue playfully around the head. But he continued further, sucking and licking lightly at the man’s balls, moving his hand lower and teasingly grazing the sensitive areas he found.
The captain sucked air into his mouth and held his breath. What in the world was this man doing to him?
Kurt grazed his tongue along the man’s perineum, moving lower until he finally felt the soft heat of his lover’s hole. Judging by the moans and quickened, irregular breaths coming from the man, he decided to go further, sliding his tongue just barely inside and out and lapping the area twice more for good measure.
He moved to lay next to the quivering man’s body, a huge smile on his face. “What do you think of that?” he asked coyly.
“I…ugh…”
“That good?” He giggled.
Kurt slipped out of the bed again once morning arrived. David reached for him, protesting that he should come back to bed and sleep longer.
“I don’t think I planned this out very well. I don’t have anything to wear now.” He looked around the captain’s quarters in the pale light, chuckling. “I’ll have to borrow one of your shirts. It’ll look more like a dress, I’m thinking.”
David watched as Kurt picked out a shirt from his chest, slipped it over his head and belted it with a sash. “How do I look?” He asked, modeling with one hand on his hip and the other behind his head.
“…the death of me….” The captain mumbled sleepily and collapsed back on the bed.
Later that morning, the captain sat with his officers, eating his breakfast and contemplating their arrival in Havana. There were very few ports available to pirate ships anymore. Every port city was now plastered with warnings and posters, claiming immediate arrest and possible execution for any man found guilty of the charge. The days of the mighty pirate ship were ending. Karofsky thought back to how he came into this life in the first place.
No little boy dreams of growing up to be a pirate. Pirates were outlaws, wanted men, escaped prisoners. Some were hardened criminals, savage and brutal, much like the ship that had attacked them three days ago. But others were just on the unlucky end of unfortunate circumstances, unable to gain legitimate employment because of some secret, tragic past.
He glanced around the members of his crew, considering their stories. Blackmon, Acer and Johnson were escaped slaves, never able to go back home, to see their families. Piracy was their life now but at least they were free. Thatcher was a good man, he knew it. But he’d been raised poor, fending for himself and his younger siblings when his parents died. His life changed forever after being arrested for thievery, spending a year in jail, only to find his brother and sister dead once he was released. His record haunted him, but not nearly as much as the guilt.
Dirk, too. David knew the man had a good heart. But when his wife and unborn son died in childbirth, anguish and rage overwhelmed him, causing him to attack and strangle the doctor for arriving too late. The doctor survived. But Dirk spent five years in prison for attempted murder. He could never be hired for any legitimate position.
And of course, Karofsky and Azimio. They found their way onboard The Gleeful Ghost separately but in the same way. Azimio refused to fulfill the final six months of his indenture-ship once he found out he was to serve as a deck hand on a slave ship en route to Africa. He abandoned his post. A warrant was issued for his arrest. David had a year and a half left on his contract but he knew the time spent onboard that ship would kill his soul. They were wanted men, having committed no real crime. Only when the warrant expired would he be able to find legitimate employment. And he didn’t know when that might be.
He knew all his men’s stories. Some heart-breaking, some unfortunate yet temporary. He paused when he considered Kurt. Surprisingly, he realized he’d never heard his story.
They finally docked at midday. The cargo was unloaded and auctioned off to the highest bidders. A hefty profit was divided among the sailors. The captain walked to the port offices where advertisements for employment were posted. Twenty pairs of eyes followed him as he hung his notice on the board.
“…The Gleeful Ghost…”
“…it’s him, that’s the captain…”
“….how many does he need…?”
Turning around he saw the eagerness in the men’s eyes, all hoping, waiting for their chance to work on his ship. “I have four positions available, men. Common deck hands and perhaps,” he cleared his throat, “a skilled cook.”
The men clamored for his attention, calling out their experience and history, shouting out the names of captains and ships they’ve served under. It would have saddened him if he’d let himself consider the entirety of the situation. These men, desperate for another chance, all hoping to be lucky enough to find employment on the fear-inspiring and auspicious Gleeful Ghost. But he only needed four. He narrowed his choices down and informed the men that they sailed in three days.
Back onboard, he pulled Kurt into his quarters. “I have to…um, I have to go. I have to take care of something.” He didn’t realize it would be this difficult telling Kurt goodbye. “There is something I have to do, a journey I have to make. And there’s a chance, although slight, that I might not return.”
“What? Where? What do you mean?” Kurt asked, not able to hide his sudden anxiety.
“I have to inquire about my warrant. I have to go to Florida to see if I’m a free man. In the unlikely event that I’m detained, Dirk is to assume command.”
Kurt was silent. He understood the trip could be dangerous but he still wanted to go. It was agonizing to know that he wasn’t being invited.
“I’m sorry, Kurt. I care too much about you to put you in danger. Stay here, on The Ghost and I’ll be back. I promise.”
Kurt turned, feeling tears prick his eyes. Not only was he not being invited to go but there was a chance David wouldn’t come back.
David placed his hands on Kurt’s shoulders. “I’m sorry, angel. Don’t cry.”
“I’m not crying.” Kurt lied, turning his head further.
David turned Kurt back around and wrapped him in a massive embrace. “I’m coming back, love. I promise.”
They stood like that for a few moments, silent tears staining Kurt’s cheeks. He sniffed and wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve.
“Can I ask you something, Kurt?”
He nodded against the captain’s chest.
“Why did you become a pirate? I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But, I was just curious, how it happened.”
Kurt sniffed again and pulled away, looking up into David’s warm, loving eyes. He led him over to his chair, sat him down and then curled into his lap. “My dad protected me, growing up. He knew I was different before I knew it myself. Sue too. At first, she was horrible, always in my face, telling me to be a man. I was eleven.” He chuckled slightly at the memory, then sniffed again. “But she was helping me, I think. She was there, always ready to come to my defense against the rowdy, bullying crew onboard the Endeavor. But when my father passed and Sue was promoted to another ship, I was suddenly alone and defenseless. I was almost raped, I think.”
“What!” The larger man stiffened. “Why would anyone--? How could they--?”
“It’s ok. It didn’t happen.” Kurt soothed. “They beat me rather severely but I managed to escape before they came back. I jumped overboard, swam the few miles back to shore and a few months later got hired onboard The Ghost.”
“You’re not...wanted? You’ve never been arrested or charged with a crime?”
“Not yet….but there’s still time, right?” Kurt deadpanned. “No. No life of crime. Just desperation. All the captains, all the ships I tried to get hired on, well….they took one look at me and they knew. It wasn’t til Captain Hartsock. Maybe he was in a generous mood or maybe he just didn’t realize, but he felt sorry for me and I was hired. I was sad when Azimio-never mind.”
“I’m going to come back, Kurt. I promise.” David squeezed Kurt tighter. “And I’ll be free. Free to work on any ship, for any shipping company, anywhere across this continent.”
They sat together in silence, Kurt curled up on David’s lap until it was time for the captain to finally go. Kurt refused to shed another tear, not wanting to upset him and also not wanting that to be the last thing he remembers, in case…well. He refused to think about that as well. David would come back. He knew it.
The captain left The Gleeful Ghost in the capable hands of his lieutenant, Dirk and walked across the port to another dock, to another boat and boarded. The small vessel set sail and headed north toward the eastern coast of Florida.