Fanfiction: Horatio Hornblower (PG-13)
Title: A is for After
Pairing/Characters: William Bush, Major Côtard; Bush/Côtard
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Horatio Hornblower
Word Count: 288
Spoilers: For Mutiny, Retribution, and Loyalty.
Summary: Afterwards, they swing gently in William's hammock, pounding heartbeats slowing and labored breathing calming.
Notes/Warnings: Written as a sequel to C is for Côtard, Y is for Yearning, and E is for Eager. Rating for allusions to naughty activities between two men. No beta.
A is for After
Afterwards, they swing gently in William's hammock, pounding heartbeats slowing and labored breathing calming. Bush gazed up at the rough plank ceiling as he held Côtard in his arms, absently stroking the loosened dark hair and muscular back and shoulders. André wasn't the first man to share his bed, but he was the first to bring out such fire and passion with so little effort. A single touch of a finger, a brush of the impudent mouth, and William's entire body seemed to catch on fire, needing Côtard to quench it in the end. He hardly noticed when his hands grew still, fingers digging into the muscular shoulders as he wondered if that was how it worked for Horatio and Archie. "Not so tight, William. I'm comfortable here."
"My apologies, André," he whispered against the Frenchman's hair, consciously relaxing his fingers.
He jumped when the uninjured arm moved, a big, warm hand stroking his side and lingering on his hip. "Perhaps you require more distraction."
"I thought you were asleep," William murmured, gasping as the calloused palm rubbed his manhood, causing him to harden.
Côtard shifted so they were lying on their sides, face-to-face. "Non. It iz difficult to sleep wit' you zinking so much."
"Perhaps you should go to your hammock, then?" he suggested, even as he pressed closer to the warm body of his lover.
A smirk curved those impertinent lips as he lifted his leg and draped it over Bush's hip, amply demonstrating that he wasn't as tired as the Englishman had thought. "Perhaps I should stay wit' you."
Burying his face in André's shoulder as pleasure shuddered through him once more, William gladly let the sensations sweep him away. He was tired of thinking.
End
Pairing/Characters: William Bush, Major Côtard; Bush/Côtard
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Horatio Hornblower
Word Count: 288
Spoilers: For Mutiny, Retribution, and Loyalty.
Summary: Afterwards, they swing gently in William's hammock, pounding heartbeats slowing and labored breathing calming.
Notes/Warnings: Written as a sequel to C is for Côtard, Y is for Yearning, and E is for Eager. Rating for allusions to naughty activities between two men. No beta.
A is for After
Afterwards, they swing gently in William's hammock, pounding heartbeats slowing and labored breathing calming. Bush gazed up at the rough plank ceiling as he held Côtard in his arms, absently stroking the loosened dark hair and muscular back and shoulders. André wasn't the first man to share his bed, but he was the first to bring out such fire and passion with so little effort. A single touch of a finger, a brush of the impudent mouth, and William's entire body seemed to catch on fire, needing Côtard to quench it in the end. He hardly noticed when his hands grew still, fingers digging into the muscular shoulders as he wondered if that was how it worked for Horatio and Archie. "Not so tight, William. I'm comfortable here."
"My apologies, André," he whispered against the Frenchman's hair, consciously relaxing his fingers.
He jumped when the uninjured arm moved, a big, warm hand stroking his side and lingering on his hip. "Perhaps you require more distraction."
"I thought you were asleep," William murmured, gasping as the calloused palm rubbed his manhood, causing him to harden.
Côtard shifted so they were lying on their sides, face-to-face. "Non. It iz difficult to sleep wit' you zinking so much."
"Perhaps you should go to your hammock, then?" he suggested, even as he pressed closer to the warm body of his lover.
A smirk curved those impertinent lips as he lifted his leg and draped it over Bush's hip, amply demonstrating that he wasn't as tired as the Englishman had thought. "Perhaps I should stay wit' you."
Burying his face in André's shoulder as pleasure shuddered through him once more, William gladly let the sensations sweep him away. He was tired of thinking.
End