TnB Challenge: Pirate Christmas Story (10/24)
Title: Pirate Christmas Story (10/24)
Author: Aranel Took
Characters: Hal Jordan/Kyle Rayner
Challenge: there_n_back Advent Calendar Challenge - Day 10
Prompts: bottle, wharf, violin, moon, monkey, fork, hole, lock, sheet, pendant
Rating: R
Words: 1000
Summary: Elseworld. Pirate!verse! Christmas in Tortuga.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine
Kyle woke up wrapped in Hal’s embrace. He didn’t want to move from the cozy warmth, but unfortunately all the wine he drank last night had other ideas. With a resigned sigh he rolled out of Hal’s arms to go take care of the problem.
When he returned, Hal was awake. He frowned as Kyle walked into the bedroom. “I hurt you.”
Kyle looked down. He had bruises on his hips and probably one high up on his shoulder, along with the ache in his arse. Hal always felt guilty if he left bruises, no matter how much Kyle tried to explain that he didn’t mind it. He climbed back into bed next to Hal. “I’m fine.” Hal started to protest, but Kyle cut him off with a kiss. He pulled back the sheet and slid his hand between Hal’s thighs. “But you can make it up to me if you like,” he whispered against Hal’s mouth.
Kyle explored Hal’s body with his hand while he kissed him deeply, his tongue exploring Hal’s mouth. Hal rolled onto his back, legs apart, and looked at Kyle invitingly. Kyle moved on top of him, pushing Hal’s legs further apart. Hal ran his hands over Kyle’s chest. “You are my treasure, you know that?”
Kyle smiled and retrieved the small bottle of olive oil he kept tucked next to the mattress . “And you are mine.”
Hal snorted. “I think you could do better than an old pirate captain.” He ran a finger through the dark hair on Kyle’s chest, tracing a path down to his navel. “Not that I want you to…”
“And where would I find someone willing to defend my honor with a fork?”
“I-” Hal sucked in his breath when Kyle’s finger slid inside him. “I’d … defend you with my bare hands … while naked.”
Kyle tortured Hal for a couple more strokes, then capped the bottle and set it aside. “I can think of other things I’d like you to do with your bare hands while naked.” He pushed inside Hal, grunting softly as he slid into the tight hole. Hal reached up and rubbed his thumbs over Kyle’s nipples, sending tingles through Kyle’s body. “That’s one of those things,” Kyle sighed.
They moved together slowly, a direct contrast to last night’s frenzied coupling, prolonging their pleasure for as long as possible. Kyle grasped Hal’s cock and stroked him as he thrust into him, their gazes locked together while they touched and stroked each other to release.
They lay together afterwards, limbs twined around each other. Kyle was on the verge of falling back asleep when Hal suddenly kissed his brow and rolled out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
Hal smiled at him. “I have an early Christmas present for you.” He left the bedroom and Kyle heard him opening a drawer on his desk. He came back in with a small cloth bag in his hand.
Kyle sat up. “I thought we weren’t exchanging gifts until Christmas.”
“We will. This is something extra.”
Kyle looked at the bag. “I didn’t get you anything else.” His own gift for Hal had been hidden away in Soranik’s sick bay and was now at Guy and Tora’s house, waiting for Christmas.
“You don’t have to. I’m the captain, so I’m allowed to be extravagant.” He grinned. “Go on. Open it.”
Kyle took the bag from Hal. Inside was a porcelain box the color of a full moon, with silver trim. On the lid was a painting of a ship at sea. “It’s beautiful.”
“Your gift is inside,” Hal said.
Kyle stared at the box for a moment. He didn’t even want to know what it had cost Hal. And he still had a gift inside it? He opened the lid. Inside on a bed of deep blue velvet was a silver coin on a chain.
He picked up the pendant, letting it dangle in front of his eyes. One side had a ship that looked like The Emerald Dawn carved on it. On the other side were two sets of initials: HJ and KR. He gasped. It was a love token, something a suitor gave a woman whom he wanted to marry.
He looked at Hal. Hal grinned back. “Do you like it?”
“Of course I do.” He looked at the coin again. It wasn’t much, just an ordinary coin that Hal had had polished and engraved, but it meant more to him than any other gift he could have received.
“Here, let me help with that.” Hal took the pendant from him and opened the clasp, then fastened it around Kyle’s neck. He straightened it out so the initials were upright. “There. Now you really do belong to me.”
Kyle slid his hand around the back of Hal’s neck and pulled him down to kiss him. He could have gone for another fuck, but his stomach decided to protest loudly that he hadn’t yet had breakfast.
Hal smiled into the kiss. “There’s a bakery just past George’s place.”
Kyle sighed. Sex or freshly baked bread that didn’t have weevils in it? His stomach grumbled again to answer his question.
They got dressed, Hal had a short talk with Salaak about the day’s crew rotation for shore leave, then they rowed back to the wharf.
The streets were bustling already with merchants setting up shop for the day. They passed the shop with the animals. The brightly colored birds were screeching like badly tuned violins and Kyle winced at the noise, wondering why anyone would want one in their house. Then he saw that the little monkey in the cage was still there. It reached a tiny hand through the bars towards him and gave a pathetic squeak.
Kyle stopped in his tracks, his heart melting. “Hal,” he pleaded.
Hal walked a few more steps, then turned around. He looked at Kyle. He looked at the monkey. He looked back at Kyle. He sighed heavily and pulled out his coin purse.
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Author: Aranel Took
Characters: Hal Jordan/Kyle Rayner
Challenge: there_n_back Advent Calendar Challenge - Day 10
Prompts: bottle, wharf, violin, moon, monkey, fork, hole, lock, sheet, pendant
Rating: R
Words: 1000
Summary: Elseworld. Pirate!verse! Christmas in Tortuga.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine
Kyle woke up wrapped in Hal’s embrace. He didn’t want to move from the cozy warmth, but unfortunately all the wine he drank last night had other ideas. With a resigned sigh he rolled out of Hal’s arms to go take care of the problem.
When he returned, Hal was awake. He frowned as Kyle walked into the bedroom. “I hurt you.”
Kyle looked down. He had bruises on his hips and probably one high up on his shoulder, along with the ache in his arse. Hal always felt guilty if he left bruises, no matter how much Kyle tried to explain that he didn’t mind it. He climbed back into bed next to Hal. “I’m fine.” Hal started to protest, but Kyle cut him off with a kiss. He pulled back the sheet and slid his hand between Hal’s thighs. “But you can make it up to me if you like,” he whispered against Hal’s mouth.
Kyle explored Hal’s body with his hand while he kissed him deeply, his tongue exploring Hal’s mouth. Hal rolled onto his back, legs apart, and looked at Kyle invitingly. Kyle moved on top of him, pushing Hal’s legs further apart. Hal ran his hands over Kyle’s chest. “You are my treasure, you know that?”
Kyle smiled and retrieved the small bottle of olive oil he kept tucked next to the mattress . “And you are mine.”
Hal snorted. “I think you could do better than an old pirate captain.” He ran a finger through the dark hair on Kyle’s chest, tracing a path down to his navel. “Not that I want you to…”
“And where would I find someone willing to defend my honor with a fork?”
“I-” Hal sucked in his breath when Kyle’s finger slid inside him. “I’d … defend you with my bare hands … while naked.”
Kyle tortured Hal for a couple more strokes, then capped the bottle and set it aside. “I can think of other things I’d like you to do with your bare hands while naked.” He pushed inside Hal, grunting softly as he slid into the tight hole. Hal reached up and rubbed his thumbs over Kyle’s nipples, sending tingles through Kyle’s body. “That’s one of those things,” Kyle sighed.
They moved together slowly, a direct contrast to last night’s frenzied coupling, prolonging their pleasure for as long as possible. Kyle grasped Hal’s cock and stroked him as he thrust into him, their gazes locked together while they touched and stroked each other to release.
They lay together afterwards, limbs twined around each other. Kyle was on the verge of falling back asleep when Hal suddenly kissed his brow and rolled out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
Hal smiled at him. “I have an early Christmas present for you.” He left the bedroom and Kyle heard him opening a drawer on his desk. He came back in with a small cloth bag in his hand.
Kyle sat up. “I thought we weren’t exchanging gifts until Christmas.”
“We will. This is something extra.”
Kyle looked at the bag. “I didn’t get you anything else.” His own gift for Hal had been hidden away in Soranik’s sick bay and was now at Guy and Tora’s house, waiting for Christmas.
“You don’t have to. I’m the captain, so I’m allowed to be extravagant.” He grinned. “Go on. Open it.”
Kyle took the bag from Hal. Inside was a porcelain box the color of a full moon, with silver trim. On the lid was a painting of a ship at sea. “It’s beautiful.”
“Your gift is inside,” Hal said.
Kyle stared at the box for a moment. He didn’t even want to know what it had cost Hal. And he still had a gift inside it? He opened the lid. Inside on a bed of deep blue velvet was a silver coin on a chain.
He picked up the pendant, letting it dangle in front of his eyes. One side had a ship that looked like The Emerald Dawn carved on it. On the other side were two sets of initials: HJ and KR. He gasped. It was a love token, something a suitor gave a woman whom he wanted to marry.
He looked at Hal. Hal grinned back. “Do you like it?”
“Of course I do.” He looked at the coin again. It wasn’t much, just an ordinary coin that Hal had had polished and engraved, but it meant more to him than any other gift he could have received.
“Here, let me help with that.” Hal took the pendant from him and opened the clasp, then fastened it around Kyle’s neck. He straightened it out so the initials were upright. “There. Now you really do belong to me.”
Kyle slid his hand around the back of Hal’s neck and pulled him down to kiss him. He could have gone for another fuck, but his stomach decided to protest loudly that he hadn’t yet had breakfast.
Hal smiled into the kiss. “There’s a bakery just past George’s place.”
Kyle sighed. Sex or freshly baked bread that didn’t have weevils in it? His stomach grumbled again to answer his question.
They got dressed, Hal had a short talk with Salaak about the day’s crew rotation for shore leave, then they rowed back to the wharf.
The streets were bustling already with merchants setting up shop for the day. They passed the shop with the animals. The brightly colored birds were screeching like badly tuned violins and Kyle winced at the noise, wondering why anyone would want one in their house. Then he saw that the little monkey in the cage was still there. It reached a tiny hand through the bars towards him and gave a pathetic squeak.
Kyle stopped in his tracks, his heart melting. “Hal,” he pleaded.
Hal walked a few more steps, then turned around. He looked at Kyle. He looked at the monkey. He looked back at Kyle. He sighed heavily and pulled out his coin purse.
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