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He was a grown man, not a teenaged boy!
Ha. Tell that to his dick.
Stede hadn’t even been sure his cock worked anymore; Lord knows he and Mary never used it more than… what, once a year? And even then, he was lucky if either of them finished.
But oh, how it was working now. Ever since… Ed. Blackbeard. No, Ed. He came aboard and suddenly everything was in working order. He felt like he was in school again, hiding stiffies beneath school books and waking up in messy linens. The memory made him shiver.
Ed was a man - a gorgeous man. A sexy man. Stede had long given up on repressing his attraction to the other pirate. Fantasies filled his head at night, his crush on his dear friend growing by the day. He dare not ruin anything; but then they’d shared that night on the dock, Stede ever so gently placing Ed’s red kerchief in his pocket, and…
Well, Stede was a bit naive, but he wasn’t stupid.
He’d gone back to his cabin and resisted the heated member begging for his touch all night. A gentleman didn’t touch himself - it simply wasn’t done. So, every time he found himself experiencing one of these… appearances, Stede simply filled his head with unarousing thoughts and waited for it to go down. He almost broke a handful of times, but it wasn’t proper, especially when the object of his desire was a friend.
On the other hand, Stede was sure Ed was teasing him; that they were engaged in some little game of cat and mouse. Ed was a touchy guy, but a few too many stray hands did not go unnoticed by Stede. The blond’s mind flashed back to only that morning, Ed’s warm palm pressing against the small of Stede’s back as they discussed the day’s plans. He had shivered, and Ed couldn’t hide the smirk when he asked, “Alright, mate?”
Then there was the night before, the captains sharing dinner per usual, when Stede reached across the table to pluck a crumb from Ed’s mustache and the cheeky bugger had bit the pad of his thumb. They both laughed, but the move had been the second closest Stede had come to leaping over the table and pouncing on the tease of a pirate. The rest of dinner had been accompanied by fantasies of pale fingers tangled in long, dark hair, and the feeling of another warm body against his, writhing, rutting, moaning…
Shit. Stede looked down, plumping erection already tenting his breeches out. He pressed his hips against the railing of the upper deck, concealing the hard length of himself, and screwed his eyes shut. Alright… grandmas; cricket; the British Navy; getting stabbed in the gut; Izzy stabbing him in the gut; himself stabbing Ed in the gut; the way Ed’s eyes lit up when he did; the way Ed licked his lips when he was really focused during sword practice; what did those lips taste like; what would that tongue feel like against his neck, his chest, his…
Stede bucked into the railing, smashing his now full-mast cock against the wood and catching himself on the precipice of groaning. Okay, making it go down didn’t work. New plan: get back to his quarters witthout anyone on the very busy deck noticing his erection. Easy enough….
“My, it is hot out here!” Stede lamented, to no one in particular, and took his ornate jacket off. He’d gotten fairly used to the hot sun and weathering it beneath layers of finery, being from Barbados and all, but no one had to know that. He folded the jacket over his arm and held it ever so casually to conceal his hardon. Okay, now to walk down the stairs.
Immediately Stede’s eyes rolled back into his head. He was wearing a particularly silky pair of breeches, paired with one of his lighter summer linens, and the friction against his shaft made his brain fry for a moment. He tried to ignore it, taking the first step down, but the fabric rubbing against his cockhead, paired with the way it squeezed around his balls and shaft, punched the air out of his lungs. He felt himself plump even more, twitching hard. Teeth clenched like a vice, Stede barely managed the next six stairs before he made it to the main deck, and his cock was fully alert now, throbbing against the fine silk of his breaches and leaking pre cum against his nice linen.
He tried to mask how hard he was breathing, scanning the deck for anyone staring. Immediately he caught Ed’s eye, the bearded pirate leaning by the small hallway to enter the captain’s quarters. Fuckity fuck fuck! His leather jacket was missing, tight purple tshirt hiked up over his stomach and revealing the dark expanse of skin, scars, tattoos, and hair. Stede’s eyes immediately followed the trail of hair that disappeared into the leather trousers, then continued to eye up the way Ed’s thighs threatened to burst from those ridiculous pants.
Burst. Bad choice of words. Stede felt his stomach lurch. Ed had only been on board a couple weeks, but Stede had lost track of how many unfortunate erections he had suffered since. Occasionally he’d feel the ache in his groin of not allowing himself relief, but it was a small price to pay for respecting the relationship between co-captains. Beside, Stede feared giving into these terrible things would only prolong whatever curse was causing them.
At any rate, weeks of pent up spend were banging at the gates, and Stede realized with horror that he was unbelievably close to coming. It had been a while, but he recognized the familiar heat coiling in his stomach immediately. Alright, maybe refusing to give himself the release his body was so clearly craving was coming to bite him in the ass. Lustful fantasies started to fill Stede’s mind, as he imagined the euphoria of orgasm when he made it back to his quarters. “If you can keep it under control, I’ll touch you however much you want,” he thought, beginning the long walk across deck toward his quarters and Ed.
It was taking every modicum of focus not to moan, to go cross-eyed, to dig his hand beneath his trousers and stroke. He hadn’t felt this way since he was fifteen. Stede could feel the red hot blush painting his entire body, could feel the sweat dripping down his back and forehead. His cock was throbbing in time with his steps, each brush of the soft silk across his shaft and cockhead pushing him one step closer to the edge. His hands were shaking, bunched in his jacket, the stimulation making his vision feel a little foggy. Stede couldn’t help imagining hiding away for the rest of the night, chasing denied orgasm after orgasm until his body gave out. The thoughts of his own fist on his cock turned to Ed’s, and Stede realized he was making eye contact with the smug pirate leaning by his door.
“You don’t look so hot, mate,” Ed said, voice a little too loud and gravelly. It sent a pang of arousal directly to Stede’s cock, another glob of precum added to the dubloon sized wet spot on the front of his trousers. “You seem tense.”
Stede coughed, trying desperately to ignore the images of Ed flashing through his mind, the way his shaft pulsed against his stomach. “I’m a little high strung today,” he wheezed. “Very… hot out here. I think I need a lie down.”
Ed smiled. “Good idea. I can handle this lot. Go take a load off. Hell, go shoot a load off.”
Stede’s jaw hurt from the way he clenched his teeth, choking down the sob that Ed telling him to go wank inspired. “Yes, thank you!” he gasped, speed walking past Edward and making a beeline for the door, the minstrations against his cock becoming too much to bear. He was about to burst like a damn, weeks of pent up arousal threatening to paint the inside of his breeches. His load filled his shaft, balls lifting dangerously. Stede started to feel dizzy just as his hand touched the doorknob to his quarters. Almost there.
“Oh, Stede…”
Ed’s hand clapped down on Stede’s shoulder, index finger touching his bare neck, and it was too much; the gentleman pirate quaked as he shot into his pants, the first wad shooting through the fabric and the rest dripping down his thigh. Ed’s hand slid up Stede’s neck, holding lightly, knowingly, and the blond gasped and cursed as the best orgasm of his life ripped out of him.
He didn’t dare turn around.
“Knew it,” Ed whispered, breath hot against Stede’s ear, and his twitching cock let another string of cum go. His orgasm wasn’t even finished, legs shaking, knees weak. The blond groaned desperately, forehead hitting the door. “That was hot as fuck,” Ed continued.
“Don’t tell anyone, please…”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. How long do you need to recoup?”
Stede turned his head slightly, catching Ed’s face in his peripherals. “Pardon?”
“How long do you need before I can make you do that again?”
Stede’s stomach lurched.