A Little Drop of Rain

by

Eliza Bay

Chapter One : Horatio's Trousers

The first moment Horatio set eyes on Captain Pellew he desired him. Not in
any way he could articulate or analyze, simply that Horatio would do
anything to have the Captain. Whether it be the Captain's respect or his
attention. Pellew's presence came into his life on the dawning of Horatio's
nightmarish time on the Justinian, he also came along with the War. So the
Captain's approval inspired Horatio like the greatest prize of all, ambition
and fatal attraction. It all made Horatio's young head dizzy just thinking
about the Captain and his scratchy voice commanding him to do this or that,
every difficult task, once completed, rewarded with curt nods and small
praise.

All these feeling were very proper and well, until Archibald Kennedy came
into the picture and Horatio saw those desires for the Captain for what they
were: true admiration. Horatio and Kennedy were as good friends as two
officers in His Majesty's Navy can legally be. They were rather different in
temperament. Archie was fiery and passionate, hot and tender at times. He
had a habit of keeping to Horatio's side in deferral to his leadership, but
he was just as much a carousing adventurer at heart as his friend. Archie
with his ready laughter and occasional fits. Older, guileless, ravaged.
Archie Kennedy would be the greatest adventure of all, Horatio often
thought.

What was most disconcerting was that Horatio found he was in love with both
of them, and neither seemed to return his feelings. Forlornly, Horatio
turned the sour equation in his head. He was not as handsome as Captain
Pellew. He'll never be as manly with his smooth chin and pale complexion.
Nor will he ever match fair Archie in charm, being all elbows and kneecaps,
forever gawking with his gypsy eyes which were always blinking stupidly or
given to rolling. No, they were both quite exquisite, and Horatio was just a
plain young man, penniless and naïve about the ways of the world.

Thinking that, Horatio sighed loudly in his bunk and turned his back to face
the dark shifting cabin wall. Closing his eyes, he made himself not think
about Archie Kennedy who was just beside him in the next bed, or Captain
Pellew, sitting up in his elegant cabin and reading a table full of
navigation charts. As usual, he was finding it hard to sleep, there was an
odd tension between his legs. Like an itch which he did not know how to
scratch. Horatio knew he was being negligent about something, because soft
grunts and moans - that did not belong to the ship's movements at sea -
often permeated the air of the shared quarters at this lonely hour. Horatio
had even heard Archie make those noises occasionally, and when that
happened, it drove him stock bullocks mad. Luckily, Archie was as peaceful
as a babe this night, and as usual the amorous madness of the early evening
ended by the coming of true night. Horatio sighed again, a relieved and
wistful exhalation of fear and disappointed anticipation, rolled over and
fell asleep.

* * * * *

Archie was by no means restful and he snapped into wide awake agony the
second Horatio ceased to stir. Carefully gazing over his friend's sleeping
form, Archie cringed with guilt at Horatio's slumbering face. / He looks so
frustrated, why should he be? He can not be in more pain than me. He does
not long for Horatio Hornblower. / Archie thought exasperatedly, taking a
deep breath / Oh Horatio, you smell so good. Why do you have to smell so
good and look so fine? / Reaching out under the covers, Archie snuck his
hand under Horatio's bunk and fumbled for a long moment. His long fingers
touched each discarded garment of clothing there, and lingered in the way he
wanted to trail sensitive fingers over various parts of Horatio's body.
Skipping the shoes and overcoats, Archie hesitated a moment on a slender
belt. But in the end a soft bit of fabric changed his mind. Quiet as a
thief - and indeed Archie was committing theft - he pulled the pair of
trousers towards himself, slithering it under his blankets, until it was a
soft warm bundle cradled against his chest.

Playing with the fabric, Archie felt the varying textures, worn and slightly
furry on the parts that covered Horatio's backside and knees, loose silk
around the thighs, small waistline. And best of all, Archie moaned as he
brought the crotch of the breeches to his nose, it was strongly scented with
Horatio. They had not had many chances to bathe and uniforms were scarce and
expensive, they wore away too quickly to be laundered often.

For a split second, it crossed Archie's mind that what he was doing was
strange and perhaps wrong. He was taking pleasures from his friend without
consent or acknowledgement. Archie felt degenerate with his head buried in
his shipmate's personal garments, hips surging into his own hand and mouth
watering with lust. But it was for the better, Archie told himself, take
what he needed to live in this pining agony and no more. He would not
violate his friend with his inappropriate feelings, would not trouble
Horatio with his heart. / But God, let me have this / Archie licked a seam
over the groin with the tip of the tongue, shuddering at the salty flavor
and came spectacularly into his own hand.

* * * * *

Horatio turned in his bed, he thought he heard someone whisper his name in
the dark. But when he blinked open his eyes, the diluted moonlight showed
nothing but Archie's serene, sleeping face. Horatio sighed again and closed
his eyes with the tempting vision burned silver into his retina.

* * * * *

As soon as he was certain Horatio was asleep again, Archie slipped the
trousers back under Horatio's bunk. Then he quickly turned his back to his
friend's sleeping beauty, curling into a ball against the damp wall. Archie'
s cock was a sticky mess of cum and flesh over-sensitized to the point of
pain. Yet he did not think to use his friend's breeches to clean himself,
but chose to repent with the cold wetness on his cock. / I'll never do it
again, Horatio. I'm so sorry. / Archie wiped at his eyes, but it was dry, no
matter how bad he felt.

Chapter Two : Ship's Lane

Archie stumbled onto the deck in a feverish state. It was so hard to resist,
it gets harder and harder every night. Raising his hot face to the chilling
air above decks, Archie felt soul weary of being so near Horatio but not
near enough. He did not caress himself when the lights went out, he had not
done so for three days. What he gained in self respect however, was nothing
compared to what Archie had lost of his sanity. And Archie knew he was going
stark raving mad, because even now his feet were taking him to the Lane.

Every ship had it's Lane, things get tough for men at sea no matter which
way they were inclined sexually. The not so secret meeting place was often
the darkest narrow aisle of space between two above deck objects, on the
Indy, it was the small alley between the cook's berth and the laundry room.
The lower sails covered the outdoor walkway in opaque shadows, so that
Archie could not see his own hand before his eyes. It was a quiet night for
the area, for a moment Archie thought no one was troubled and randy that
night. Just as he was about to turn and leave however, he heard deep
breathing coming from the other end.

"Stay," a low hoarse voice pleaded and it froze Archie in his tracks.

"Please," it was Captain Pellew's voice, sounding disgusted with himself,
but his tone, so like a command, gave his identity away.

"I don't have to," Archie murmured. "You know that, Sir."

A small gasp, not angry, more surprised.

"Kennedy?" a large hand came out of the inky corners and blindly grasped his
elbow.

"Yes Sir," Archie was shocked by how his admission choked in his throat.

"Why - Why aren't you with Horatio?" Captain Pellew's voice came in a
whisper flattened by bitterness.

The tone in which Pellew said Horatio's name clapped like thunder in Archie'
s ears. / He desires him too! Oh God. /

"I am not, nor will I ever be with Horatio, Sir," Archie said, meeting
bitterness with bitterness, till their words collided like opposing currents
in the air and mingled sweetly.

The Captain made a sympathetic sound and Archie felt strong arms wound about
him.

"Poor boy," Pellew patted his head which fit snugly into the Captain's
chest, his rich thick coat silky against Archie's face.

Archie sniffed suspiciously at the tender indulgence, they both knew what
they came seeking here, so stop the niceties already! He stiffened in the
Captain's embrace and refused to speak or hear any more soft, lovely,
tempting, deceitful things. Pressing his hard length rudely into the Captain
's abdomen, Archie reminded him of their situation. Pellew gasped harshly at
the change of pace, the fires in his marrow surging, drying his sympathy and
scorching his heart.

Abruptly, Pellew clasped the young body that offered to be used and in turn
asked only to be used, against him. Bringing their cocks together through
the layers of clothing and their reinstalled masks of cold anonymity, Pellew
bit his lips and dry humped Archie. / Who is Horatio's friend. . . Horatio's
best friend! / The thought struck his groin like lightening and made him see
crazy red stars. Throwing Archie savagely against the wall, Pellew fucked
the tight hollow between the midshipman's shapely thighs, sighing like a
gorging wolf, pushing his face in Archie's neck and delicious hair. Archie
wound his legs about Pellew's lower waist, his boot heels digging into the
crack of Pellew's ass, painful but glorifying as he urged him on. Saying
evil luscious things in his ear like a prayer 'Horatio, fuck me, slide in,
hot, hard and so very big, split, fuck, pummel, fuck, stretch, tear, fuck,
fuck. . .' Archie twisted his fists in Pellew's shirt, sobbing in ecstasy as
his body undulated uncontrollably.

"I understand, darling! It feels like a hollow hungry mouth, on the back of
my ass," Pellew confided shyly as he sucked Archie's earlobe. "I want him to
fuck me like a woman, bend me over, take pleasure."

"Don't say such things, Captain!" Archie gasped, his jaws stretched open
over Pellew's neck, swallowing cries of pleasure with a mouthful of the silk
cravat. "Not to me. And call _Horatio_ your darling! Don't shame me with how
boldly you feel for him. You, Sir, who is nobler, wiser and so very
handsome. Oh God, your cock feels good. . ."

Pellew pulled Archie's muttering lips forward and sucked a deep kiss off of
the love sick young man's face. Rubbing his palm down Archie's supple
cheeks, feeling moisture and burning heat, Pellew felt his soul twist with a
sweet pain.

"Be here with me Archie! I beg of you, darling!" Pellew found himself
choking with a desperation to express these new found feelings for the young
lieutenant. Grinding his cock hard against Archie's pulsating hard bulge,
Pellew tried to convey the sense of urgency in his heart. "Understand me."

"For I am yours now, Archie," Pellew kissed the young man again, sucking
gently on his sleek tongue, then pulled away to speak again. "Say my name
Archie, and I'm yours to commend from now till forever. Because, far before
this night and this lane, our suffering has already made us lover to each
other!"

"No, no, pretty sins do not make love!" shaking his head frantically with
denial, Archie clamped his legs tight about the Captain's cock, eliciting
moans out of both of them. "This is nothing."

"This is everything!" Pellew grabbed Archie by his small waist, pressing his
prick deeper between Archie's legs, thrusting hard onto the small bit of
flesh between Archie's mast and port. The jab gave explosive stimulus to
Archie's prostate.

"No, you love . . . Horatio!" Archie went still against Pellew, so still
that Pellew could feel and count each heart stopping twitch in Archie's
cock, in rhythm with Archie's dying whimpers of 'Horatio, love, heart,
Horatio Hornblower. . .'

"Damn you Archie!" the Captain cried with despair and they came at last,
wetting their trousers and buckling at the knees, falling into a sordid,
misused heap together.

The first thing they did when strength returned was to crawl away from each
other. Then Archie managed to stand up and brush his trousers as he took
leave of the Lane. Not sparing another moment for the dark, passionate
Captain who had just devoured him cock and heart.

Feeling like a natural monster, Pellew had to support himself on a wall to
get off his knees. He still felt empty despite the crushing climax. Pushing
aside his words to the Lieutenant from his mind. He was in great danger, the
Captain did come to accept however. In those short moments of ecstasy,
Pellew had felt something incredible. Could it be that he had just
inadvertently doubled the fires in his personal hell, by falling in love
with Archie Kenney?

Touching a finger to his lips, Pellew thought of the youth. Archie was
gorgeous and lithe, he tasted sweet and good with the best underlying flavor
of mournful longing for his secret heart's desire. Pellew was glad to know
someone else was as miserable as he was, someone so very gorgeous and
desirable. And that made the self-loathing that usually came with his rare
visits to the Lane insignificant. Returning to his cabin, Pellew
accidentally caught his reflection in the dressing mirror and was shocked to
find a small smile shimmering on his lips.

Chapter Three : The Tempest

Horatio's room, which he shared with Archie Kennedy, was a royal mess.
Sodden wet clothes where scattered on every chair and hook, hanging to dry
when the room itself leaked water at the seams. The storm raged on outside,
splashing their small windows threateningly. Huddled on their respective
bunks, Horatio looked green from sea sickness again, and the clicking of
their jaws were musical in the dramatic night.

"G-glad our watch is-is over!" Archie said, hugging his bare chest in a
futile attempt to get warm.

Horatio said nothing, he was staring intently in the direction of the window
with a worried frown on his face.

"I don't like this," Horatio mumbled at last and wiped at the corner of his
mouth, then he grabbed the closest shirt at hand and haphazardly tugged it
on.

Archie could not help but stare at the way the transparent white clung onto
Horatio's flesh, making the muscles look more defined and slightly tanned.
He caught himself staring at a nipple, peaking in the cold and
unselfconsciously licked at his lips. Horatio chose that moment to drop to
all fours and exhibit his ass.

"What are you doing?" Archie stuttered, hoping Horatio would put his hoarse
voice and changeable tone to the cold.

"I'm finding something warm and dry," Horatio's voice came muffled from
underneath his bunk.

He digged doggedly into the very depth of his sea chest, through his meager
possessions and other semi dry items. At last Horatio found a grey jumper.

"What a good idea!" Archie exclaimed, climbing down his bunk to look in his
own chest. "I think I might have something in mine as well."

Their wet bums brushed each other inadvertently as the ship lurched and both
hissed with guilty pleasure.

"Here!" Archie triumphantly held up a big scarf, red with blue poker dots.

"It's perfectly hideous," he said, draping it lovingly over Horatio's
shoulders. "But it's very warm."

Feeling the soft fuzzy material against his cheeks, Horatio blushed scarlet.

"Actually, it's for the Captain," Horatio bundled up the jumper he'd found
in a few layers of less presentable items to protect it from sea-spray and
rain. "He's been out there for longer than us, and he still won't come in.
He'll probably be out there all night, until he's seen the weather through.
I thought - I thought this might help."

Archie stared at Horatio a moment and watched with a tender heart as Horatio
's very ears caught on fire.

"Take the scarf too," Archie said at long last.

"No!" Horatio's eyes widened with dismay, his voice sulky. "You'll need it.
You're shaking from the cold."

"Be sure to come back quickly then," Archie said with a crooked grin, smug
as if he'd discovered a secret career advancement plan. "You sneaky little
sycophant. I'll not have you have all the Captain's appreciation alone!"

Horatio chuckled and gave Archie a grateful look then ducked out the door.

Captain Pellew was standing still and solid as the main-mast on the
Quarterdeck. His feet parted in a steady brace against the roiling sea,
hands behind his back and eyes staring at the twisting skies right ahead.
His mouth was no where near as motionless though, the Captain was shouting
orders in all directions, telling seamen to make the sails as small as
possible, yelling at the bos'un and the bosun's mates to look out for
anything in the water, hollering directions to the helmsman. The Captain's
brows came together however, when he spotted a tall, lanky figure clambering
awkwardly above decks and run towards him. Mister Hornblower was half
dressed and battered by the rain, slipping and stumbling as he made his way,
hugging something protectively to his chest.

"Mister Hornblower!" Captain Pellew shouted at him. "Why are you not resting
like I told you to? Don't expect a concession when you're wanted for duty in
two hours! We can't have indiscipline on this ship right now, or ever."

"Aye, aye Sir!" Hornblower saluted weakly, icy water was running down his
face and bare chest, making a miniature waterfall out of his nose. In all
his haste to give his Captain some comfort, he'd neglected his own and
forgot his hat.

"Well man! what is it?" the Captain snapped angrily. / The boy will faint on
me any second now. / "Speak up!"

"I brought you a jumper, Sir!" Horatio moved his mouth to Pellew's ear and
screamed to be heard above the roaring wind.

The Captain continued to frown, the dark orbs of his iris looking irritably
from the corner of his eyes. Giving up on the effort to communicate, Horatio
took it upon himself to rob the Captain of his coat.

"What the devil!" Pellew exclaimed when young Hornblower began to wrestle
him for this clothes.

Limber young arms came around his chest and quickly undid his buttons then
peeled his coat off him. Pellew kept still out of sheer shock, surely he was
hallucinating with hypothermia? But when Horatio pulled down a snugly thick
jumper over his chest, the Captain understood and obligingly put his own
officer's overcoat back on over the new clothes. Pellew was glad for all the
water already on his face when Horatio, smiling, wrapped a large bizarrely
colored scarf about his neck and told him it was from Archie Kennedy. Pellew
was overcome with the urge to seize the man in a quick embrace and a chaste
thankful kiss, then. But he kept himself in control although his now very
warm chest threatened to explode with happiness.

Horatio beamed once he saw the Captain accept his clothes, running and
scampering with embarrassment at his own boldness Horatio headed for below
decks. Pellew watched the young man's back as it faded with no small amount
of sadness, but it gladdened him that Horatio was safely beneath. However, a
moment later he saw Horatio turn back. When the young lieutenant thrust a
mug of steaming coffee into his hands, Pellew bit his lips hard and lost all
his reserve. He saw that Horatio was totally soaked by now, grabbing the
young man by his slippery hips, Pellew smacked a kiss on Horatio's brow.

"Now, go down or go to the devil," Pellew growled into Horatio's ear.

Horatio was stunned, the Captain's lips were so hot they seared that little
spot of lucky skin on his forehead. The font side of his body tingled from
the ever so brief contact with Captain Pellew's body. In a daze he heeded
the Captain's orders and the next moment found himself back in his cabin.
What he found there wiped the smile off his face though. Archie was lying on
his side in his bunk, panting weakly and near passing out. The blankets he'd
used for warmth were soaked wet, the glass on their window had been broken
by a particularly nasty gust of wind and rain. The water soaked half of
Archie's pillow and splattered on his bareback.

"Archie," Horatio shook his friend's icy shoulder.

"Hur?" Archie rolled over, his pale face wearing a look of confusion and a
feeble smile. "That was quick."

Horatio looked over his friend's sorry state and made up his mind to help
him. Taking off his own clothes, he wiped the beading rain off Archie's
body.

"Take off your trousers, Archie, I want you naked," Horatio whispered. "Don
't be shy now, I'm taking off mine too."

"No," Archie protested but deft fingers found the fastening on his pants.

"Come now - " Horatio gave a loud gasp when he saw Archie's cock. "Good God!
Your balls are blue!"

Archie broke into painful laughter and doubled over, no longer resisting
Horatio's quick efficient touch.

"Good," Horatio bent down and carried Archie to his relatively dry bunk.
Their skin stuck together the first moment they met and Horatio did not
attempt separation. Holding onto his friend from the back, Horatio
protectively threw a leg over Archie's fetching hip bones, keeping him from
rolling off the cramped bed. Archie snuggled his back into Horatio's chest
and wheezed contentedly.

"You feel so cold," Horatio complained, looping his hands underneath Archie'
s arms, he rubbed warmth back into his friend's chest.

"No, you dumb block of ice," Archie sniffed snottily. "You're stealing heat
off of me."

Horatio laughed and buried his nose into the wet hair at the nape of Archie'
s neck.

Archie kept as still as he could and tried not to go rigid. Stealing a
glance at his crotch, he knew he'd failed down there. It would be so easy
right now to wriggle his buttocks and push back to see if Horatio shared his
feelings. Or simply ask nicely for those soft long fingered hands to go
lower. But he held back, to do that now seemed sacrilegious.

"Oh God Archie, you smell wonderful," Horatio sighed, his breath hot and
sending a blissful wave of muzziness down Archie's back.

Archie heard himself whimper, a pathetic whining sound that told plainly of
his helpless desire.

"Horatio," he found himself twisting around and calling huskily, softly with
deep lust.

Only to find himself meeting nose to nose with Horatio's face, drowned in
exhausted sleep.

"You smell good too," Archie sighed and held his friend's heavy body,
lowering his lashes, Archie cut out the longing that beamed clean blue and
dove gray from his eyes.

They fell asleep that way, their cocks, not quite limp, nestled together for
warmth with naked happiness on their faces.

Chapter Four : The Captain's Rigging

Horatio hung from the rigging, serving his punishment, splattered like a
large elegant spider caught in his own web. At least this time, there were
no marks of hurt on his face, nor was he facing the sun. Underneath him,
Captain Pellew prowled the decks like a mad cat, glaring at the sky with his
intense dark eyes. No matter how he willed it to be, the sun still looked
like early morning.

/ Damn it to hell, I'm going to speak to him, what the devil was he
THINKING? / Pellew cursed under his breath.

"Mister Hornblower!" he barked and the rigging jerked violently as Horatio
started. "Explain yourself."

"It's not what it looked like, Sir," Horatio answered, his voice loud and
steady, cutting through the morning breeze. "We were just comforting each
other. . ."

"Comforting! Hornblower!" Pellew shouted, shaking with fury.

The Captain was shocked to find his hands trembling, he tucked those behind
his back with a growl and forced himself to calm down. / I am too old for
this. / Pellew thought. Too weak to hide his desires, too honest to not feel
shame at this display of censure, too in love not to be jealous like hell.

"Mr Kennedy was found naked in your bed, with you, Mister Hornblower!"
Pellew grunted with the effort of expelling each word, his great chest
heaving as harshly as Horatio remembered the sea from last night's storm.

"I am sorry, Captain," Horatio met Pellew's wrath with resigned sincerity.
"But we are innocent."

"Tell me then," Pellew took a deep breath and composed himself.

"We were cold, Sir, and all our clothes were wet," Horatio licked his lips
with nervousness, all these excuses sounded flimsy, but they were the truth.
"The storm broke our window and there was glass and water on Mister Kennedy'
s bed. I invited him to share my bunk and we. . ."

"Yes Mister Hornblower," Pellew's voice was barely audible, his head was
lowered and from where Horatio hung he could only see the gold colors
glinting off the Captain's hat.

"We embraced, for warmth," Horatio finished. "We thought nothing of it,
since we are two men."

Pellew's head came up so abruptly Horatio's eyes widened. Pellew's eyes were
a dark brown and the only thing Horatio could think of to match their depths
were the breathing hole of whales. Now these eyes were so tense, the dark
lines of lashes seemed drawn there with an intention to alarm. Pellew was
burning, he was losing his sanity staring eye to eye with Horatio. The
Captain grabbed the riggings in his clutching hands and began to climb. He
moved swiftly, every limb and muscle well accustomed to the work from his
youth. The hands on deck stopped what they were doing and turned their heads
to gawk.

But for Horatio there was only the Captain's rugged breathing, getting
louder and louder as he approached. The low growl coming from Pellew's chest
and those maddening eyes, steadfast on his. Horatio was not aware of the
hand reaching out to grasp him, until it was too late. A great solid arm was
thrown about Horatio's neck, wound through riggings. The Captain's right
hand came and grasped Horatio's cravat. Crumpling the black silk against
Horatio's similarly colored hair, the Captain hung on to him.

Horatio's arms and legs spread wider apart with the added weight. He felt
frighteningly exposed, a bulge had come up in his trousers and Horatio
closed his eyes praying the Captain would not notice it. Pellew had the
young man by his tender white neck and with that hand he pulled Horatio's
head down until a pearly ear was level with his mouth.

"Tell me, Horatio," Pellew demanded in a hoarse whisper, angry and eager,
his tongue brushing by Horatio's ear lope in between words. "You thought
nothing of him? Not his milky skin or his blue eyes? His soft hair and fine
face?"

Pellew's arms tightened about Horatio, grasping onto his shoulder cruelly,
shaking the young man.

"His ruby mouth? His sweet ass?" Pellew sniffed Horatio's hair. "How good
his sweat and semen tastes? Didn't you want to fuck him? Want him writhing
between your legs? Want him swallowing your balls? Him fucking you from the
back? Didn't you want his cock pushed down your throat?"

Horatio shuddered violently at the images Pellew's words evoked, and made
all the more tempting with his nearness. But resentment took over his
arousal just as quickly, he would either make a stand now or start crying
for all the men to see, or worse yet, defy the Captain by throwing him off
the riggings.

"No, Sir," Horatio said with a sharp nod, knocking a bruise onto the hand on
his shirt front. "I did not. Are you saying you do?"

"I am only putting to you, Mister Hornblower," Pellew's voice was warm and
completely changed now, Horatio had never heard this tender soft timber
before and it was lovely. "That there are many things two men can do. Did
you do any of these, with Kennedy?"

"No," Horatio shook his head definitely.

Pellew smiled, he leered right next to Horatio's face and their cheeks were
so near, Horatio felt the expression rather than saw it.

"Would you like to?" Pellew's hand felt hot now, finger nails scraping
lightly against Horatio's neck.

Before Horatio could speak, he heard the Captain add "With me."

Horatio stared at Pellew as the older man grinned mischievously, quickly
touching his bare ring finger to his lower lips and sucking in the first
digit. Horatio gasped, his whole body quivered at the implication of the
gesture.

"Sir, Captain, you, are you suggesting?" Horatio could not believe the
Captain was propositioning him so.

"Tonight, after your watch, ship's Lane," Pellew finished hurriedly and
slithered off Horatio's body. He jumped off the rigging and glared at the
distracted seamen.

/ How does he move so fast and change so quickly? / Horatio swallowed
uneasily as he watched the Captain casually stroll away to speak to the
First Officer.

"Keep him up until noon. But if it gets too rough, get him down," Pellew
instructed and left.

Chapter Five : Archie's Bum

"/ This is mid-summer madness! On a cold winter sea. /"
Pellew thought as he made his way to his
cabin. He had done it, debased himself before Hornblower in order to secure
his consent to going to the Lane. Well, not consent. All Pellew had was
Horatio's knowledge of an invitation, there were no yea or nay. Pellew felt
a headache racing up the back of his spine.

One thing Pellew was certain of was that Horatio was intrigued. Those lovely
dark eyes had turned clear and bore into Pellew ferociously. As if Horatio
could see right through the older man's act. / Did he know? / Pellew
dismissed the thought quickly. Horatio may be cunning and astute for his
age, but these qualities only seemed to work for his public career. Horatio'
s admiration of Pellew was almost naive. Pellew fought a shiver of warmth
that came pleasantly with the remembrance of Horatio's face when Pellew had
sucked his finger. / It is flattering. / Pellew told himself, when really,
the discovery that Horatio might desire him, so much older and darker than
Archie, shook him to the core.

It made him hard too.

His cock felt snug in his uniform, Pellew pushed through his cabin door and
in the privacy of his own quarters, he reached into his pants and caressed
the stiffness. It felt good. Light tingles spread from the shaft to his
lower abdomen and coursed hotly down his thighs. Pellew made for the general
direction of his bedroom, his eyes half-closed and lips sighing Horatio's
name.

His attacker emerged from the direction of the study and had him pinned to
the wall in a split second. Pellew felt grasping hands tear at his shoulders
and a knee was being raised to meet him in the stomach. Instinctively,
Pellew caught the hands scrabbling at his shoulders and twisted both in a
painful wrestlers grip, the contact with the hands however made it possible
for him to discern the identity of the huffing young man.

"You bastard!" Archie struggled as Pellew turned him and pressed him to the
cabin wall. "You filthy rat!"

"What is the meaning of this!" Pellew was equally angry. "Attacking the
person of a Captain is mutiny!"

Archie blinked at the allegation and took a moment of pause, then passion
overcame reason and he began to fight the Captain's hold once again. Arching
his back and pushing back with his shoulders. His round ass brushing by
Pellew's crotch and the older man could not help but hiss. Archie sniggered
disdainfully at the sound.

"You like it rough don't you? You find pain savory," Archie's voice was
bitter and dangerously low. "I know your kind. This makes you hot, molesting
your midshipmen against the wall, hanging Horatio in the riggings. Look at
you, couldn't keep it in your pants as you came in. Go on, hurt me for your
pleasure, you scum."

With that Archie closed his eyes with resignation. Pellew frowned as he
looked at the young man's drawn face, except the two spot of crimson that
stained his high cheekbones, Kennedy was deathly pale.

"I am not like that," Pellew gasped at last. "What kind of men have you been
meeting in the Lane?"

Archie only wrinkled his nose and closed his eyes tighter, seemingly bracing
himself for a blow.

"All I know is that if you let me live after this," Archie said slowly. "I
will tell Horatio what you are and warn him of your true nature."

Pellew narrowed his eyes at that. He leaned forward and whispered into
Archie's ear "And what is my true nature?"

Archie did not reply, he had brought himself enough time to slowly drift
away. It was almost a meditative trance he entered and Pellew seemed unreal
now, whatever the Captain does to him will not matter, he assured himself.
He was prepared for any sort of atrocities the powerful body over his might
inflict, but what did come still startled him.

His body was pressed with his stomach into the wall, Pellew was behind him
draping his thick body over Archie's smaller one. One side of Archie's
cheeks was plastered to the wall but the rest was exposed. Archie stiffened
when a soft kiss was dropped onto his nose tip. He opened his mouth to gasp
when more kisses were touched to his brow, chin, cheek and at the corner of
his eye, the tip of Pellew's tongue snuck out and licked away a tear.

"You're so soft," Pellew mumbled tenderly into his ear, kissing the slightly
fuzzy line of Archie's jaw. "And furry."

The young man was mesmerized and entranced. Archie had not known anything
like this before, all the kindness ever granted him were innocently given
from Horatio. This, however, was an intoxicating mixture of love and sex.
The heady concoction immobilizing him with wondrous fear. He still felt
however, that he should say something.

"I'm not soft," Archie found himself sulking incoherently. "Not like a
woman, I'm a man, what you're thinking to do to me is buggery, Sir."

Pellew chuckled quietly and the soft laughter shimmied through Pellew's
torso into Archie's back. Archie swallowed hard as he caught himself melting
into the wall. When the Captain, smirking, said "I know" Archie thought he
might start writhing.

"Archie," Pellew peeled back the young man's collar and pressed his lips to
the first nob of his spine. "Mister Hornblower calls you that, how familiar
of him."

Archie moaned softly at the feel of the Captain's hot mouth sucking on the
small hump of bone whilst calling him 'Archie' repeatedly.

"Pay attention," Pellew said haughtily as his hand sunk around to cup Archie
's crotch.

A small crease reappeared between Archie's light blonde eyebrows. But before
the spell could be broken by Archie's alarm, Pellew rubbed his palm over the
cloth covered erection. Archie, suddenly hot beyond description, undulated
helplessly as Pellew kept up the small movement in a circular motion. When
Archie was sufficiently lost in bliss to forget his indignation, Pellew
undid the young man's trousers and slipped it off. Archie Kennedy suddenly
became a picture of obscene erotic invitation, fully uniformed from the
waist up and naked below except for his shinning black boots. A scene,
Pellew had a hand in.

Mouth watering, Pellew swallowed as he stared at the sight of Archie's naked
arse. A pair of long shapely legs, covered in soft golden down, met two
swelling globes of pert flesh. The two handfuls of gleaming white heaven
were quivering nervously. Archie moaned low in his throat as the Captain
inspected his bare behind, the cabin's air felt cool on his butt cheeks and
he felt dizzy with longing for the Captain's large hands to run over them
but bit his lips to keep himself from begging. Archie knew in his heart that
Pellew would be different but he dared not hope. . .

Archie's young body bucked madly at the first contact the Captain made with
his butt. Pellew was engrossed by the deep V running from the base of Archie
's small waist and cutting down his bottom. Archie shuddered with surprise
as Pellew's tongue lapped at the tip of the crack. The tongue felt hot and
raspy against the sensitive patch of skin. The Captain's hands cupped Archie
's ass and pushed the twin globes together, when they were coerced to form a
hard bun of muscles within the brace of his fingers, Pellew pressed the side
of his face against Archie.

"I'm going to make you love me, Archie," he said simply.

Smiling self-confidently, Pellew began to lick down the crack. His hands
kneading the globes of Archie's ass, his thumbs pointed inward and pressed
into the crevice. Gently, Pellew parted Archie's ass, smacking an unexpected
kiss on the intimate lining of dark damask skin he found there. Pellew found
Archie's small nub lovely, puckered tightly and light pink, sighing, he
kissed it.

Archie nearly jumped out of his skin.

"With your mouth, there?" he stuttered. "Captain Pellew. . ."

"Shhh," Pellew's voice came softly from down there. "You'll like this
Archie."

He quickly tongued the small area of skin around the opening, making Archie
sweat and squirm. Pellew made one small circle about the small ring once,
then rubbed his thumbs closer to the entrance. Then his tongue snuck into
the hole. Archie's head fell forward with each thrust of tongue, prodding
different parts of his passage, directing its head into various crevices,
mapping his canal as if follow a chart of explicit pleasures. / I can't bare
this. / Archie thought to himself as the Captain delved deeper.

"I can't stand this, please - put it inside," Archie whimpered, pleading.
"Oh fuck me."

But he was ignored, the Captain went on insistently tonguing and nipping
with his lips. / But Captain Pellew can't possibly enjoy this! / Archie was
puzzled. / It's the most disgusting and degrading thing one could make
another man do. / The idea of having someone taste him so intimately smacked
of dominance and coercion on Archie's part. Yet, Captain Pellew seemed to
have so much control at that moment, driving Archie to madness with those
small sucks. If Archie weren't so preoccupied with trying to hold off his
climax, he would perceive that some revelation was being made to him here,
through Captain Pellew. Eloquently, wordlessly, through the man's loving,
generous mouth. Indeed the moment seemed to take on a golden glamour in
Archie's eyes, what he thought base was elated. In a flashing flicker of the
lights in his heart, he remembered those nights when he stole Horatio's
small pants searching for that taste and that goodness.

"God!" Archie sobbed, his hands flexing against the wall for purchase as the
Captain's head bobbed in the dark valley of his ass.

Pellew gave a satisfied chuckle and the small gust of air made Archie feel
even more exposed and vulnerable. He detected a change in the Captain's
movement, suddenly, Pellew sealed his lips around Archie's quivering hole
and gave the smallest suckling.

"Captain Pellew!" Archie squeezed his eyes shut, his whole body trembling
and held up only by that one hot tongue. Slipping out.

/ Not quite / Pellew thought smugly and gave Archie's bum a firm pinch,
watching the flesh whiten under his nails and then raising a livid pink.

Archie retreated a little from the sharp sting. A soft growl emerging from
his throat. Blinking his eyes fast, Archie straightened his lithe frame and
sighed as Pellew slowly pulled his tongue out of his opening.

"Do I have permission, Mister Kennedy?" Pellew asked, cocking his head to
the side, his eyes crinkling at the edges with good humor.

Archie turned his muddied gaze upon the handsome man, looking at the dark
face and it's broad grin, in his ass it felt as if something was still
wriggling.

Archie felt stupid with desire for the Captain and it took a moment for him
to nod enthusiastically.

"Yes Sir!" Archie found himself beaming sheepishly.

"Very good," Pellew nodded and grabbed hold of Archie's erect cock. "Come
this way."

Leading the lovely lad by his cock, Pellew showed Archie his desk. A heavy
mahogany piece, littered with charts and instruments. Pushing away the sharp
pens and compasses, the Captain flicked Archie's supple nipples with a snap
of his forefinger, wrenching a strong hiss and a blush from his friend.

"Don't want to have you accidentally punctured, there," Pellew murmured
non-sense as he tended to clearing the desk, trying to distract himself from
thinking about what was going to happen soon.

"Here, it's slightly cold," the Captain laid Archie face down onto the desk,
Archie hissed as his warm torso came in contact with the cool desktop. "But
it adds to the sensation, don't you think?"

Archie closed his eyes and nodded, he was deeply curious as to how the
Captain knew that. / Has the Captain been well acquainted with this
position? And with whom did he do that? / The idea of the Captain bent over
like that, arse sticking out for the taking aroused him badly and Archie
parted his thighs wider to make room for his straining cock.

Captain Pellew's throaty chuckle at the needy gesture crimsoned Archie's
face. Pouting, he turned away from the Captain's teasing eyes.

"Dear boy," Pellew reached a finger tip to touch Archie on the chin, gently
turning his face back. "You're not ashamed of what we do, are you?"

Archie thought about it for a moment.

"No, I don't think so," Archie answered, his eyes hot blue with desire and
face flushed. "I just - "

"Yes?" Pellew trailed his fingers down the curve of Archie's back.

"Could you spank me, Sir?" Archie blurted.

"Why would I want to do that?" Pellew looked genuinely surprised but there
was a twinkle in his eyes.

"Because - er - I want you to?" Archie was stuttering, how did he get
himself into such a vulnerable position? Because, said another part of
himself, Captain Pellew has just showed himself to you. Now you tell him,
you like a little disciplining from a man of such arousing authoritativeness
as him.

/ Ten minutes ago I was calling him a pervert, and now I'm asking him to
spank me. Well done, you little fool. / Archie's heart sank as Captain
Pellew became silent.

/ He is appalled, / Archie thought and his despair began to grow as quickly
as his arousal dimmed, cautiously he closed his eyes and began to put on a
smile to hide his anguish.

Whack! The Captain's open palm landed hard on Archie's butt, the young man
jumped and failed to catch his own lustfully groan upon impact.

"You're a bad actor, Mister Kennedy," Pellew said through gritted teeth and
gave him another hard slap on the adjacent buttock, Archie yelped with
pleasure. "And I am affronted that you thought I would not enjoy spanking
such worthy buttocks."

"It feels so good, Captain," Archie slurred delightfully, encouraging Pellew
with sensual wriggling.

"Oh I wish now I had set you in my lap," Pellew crooned into Archie's ear,
nibbling on his earlobe, numbing that side of Archie's face entirely. Archie
tried not to drool at the Captain's magnetic basso.

"Just one more, please?" Archie moaned helplessly, the brief hurt had
dissipated already and the tingling pleasure in its wake was so lovely.

Pellew gave him two more good slaps, reveling in the soft sounds Archie made
each time. Afterwards, he cupped the two pink globes in his hand and they
felt hot in his palms. Archie gave a long satisfied groan.

"I could come like this," he sighed blissfully.

Behind him, Captain Pellew laughed again. That soft warm chuckle which
turned Archie's insides liquid. It made him care about what amuses the
Captain, what pleases him and why the Captain was giving him his regard, as
if some sweet secret simmered between them. Smiling, Archie raised his
hands over his head and gripped the edge of the desk, hard. Pellew's face
was pressed to his hot butt cheeks and Archie felt the widening imprint of a
smile there.

The Captain dropped to his knees and buried his face in Archie's bottom
earnestly. Taking full advantage of the perfect position. This second time
Archie was looser, the Captain's tongue more lively and the passion
escalated quickly. Archie began to writhe and bang his forehead into the
table, then throw his hair back, then burying his face in the crook of his
own arms. All that time whimpering and pleading, exclaiming and gasping. He
was being opened so skillfully, stroked so deeply, touched so familiarly, it
felt as if he was being 'known'.

Not just studied or discovered. It was actually akin to love and Archie lost
all control.

Bucking his hips, he pushed back onto Captain Pellew's face, feeling the
press of the Captain's nose, the jut of his high cheekbones, the rough
texture of his saucy lips and his large tongue pushing into Archie's body.
Reaching ever forward to press over a fleshy spot. Archie screamed
inwardly. Clenching his teeth against crying out. His rampant cock jerked
wildly and he was coming. Pumping cum violently through his system, out onto
the side of the desk. Splattering against the wood grain and the Captain was
still in him, still stroking him intimately. Hard hands rubbing comforting
small circles in his lower back as Archie's cock spurted. From Archie's
locked jaws, a soft wailing escaped, a high lilting sound floating about the
cabin like an ethereal presence. At the apex, Archie exhausted himself as
his body took release, draining itself relentlessly, to an unreasonable
extent, of it's essences.

Captain Pellew gave a small sigh as his cock was squeezed out of Archie's
body. Archie's eyes widened and urgently he squirmed on the desk, moving
himself around to face Pellew.

"Give me," Archie's throat felt parched and he could barely speak. "I
thirst."

Pellew smiled and reached a boneless hand to pull a strand of hair out of
Archie's eyes. Then he pulled back, sitting on his ankles and gestured at
the large wet patch on his trousers, blushing very becomingly.

"But I know how I can make it up to you, Archie," Pellew brightened. "Come
to the Lane tonight."

Chapter Six : Eye To Eye

Archie watched Horatio pace their shared cabin from the height of his fluffy
pink cloud of satiation. It seemed Horatio was getting dressed for something
important. Archie stared with barely disguised longing as Horatio stripped
out of that third pair of leggings and put on a fourth set.

"Well?" With his irritable hands placed on his hips, Horatio asked Archie
darkly.

Taking a moment to squint and focus, Archie looked at the mouth watering bit
of calf the tights outlined. Licking his lips, Archie closed one eye and
made a studious face.

"It's very clean, well ironed, white as per regulation, however," Archie
said in the most inconspicuous manner he could evince. "It's still not quite
right, try on some of mine, Horatio."

Horatio glared down at his perfectly beautifully dressed legs and sighed at
the sight of an imaginary crease. Slowly, he bent down and peeled them off.
Archie stretched languidly, burrowing into his mattress, throwing his four
limbs even wider into an attractive sprawl.

"And while you're at it, Horatio, get out of those pants too," Archie's head
was rolling off the side of his bed, his eyes smiled into crescent moons in
his upside-down face with glee. "They are so dirty, in no condition to be
seen in."

Horatio, quite distracted by the innocent expression and the fall of the man
's blonde head, gave his friend a hard look.

"You look like you've been naughty," his hand halted at his fly as he
absentmindedly worked off his pants, Horatio sniffed the air suspiciously.
"I ought to report you to the Captain."

Archie's groaned at that.

"And what?" Archie jumped up from his seductive position and fixed very
sparkly eyes on Horatio's face. "Have him spank me?"

Archie was simmering with the urge to tell Horatio what had happened in the
Captain's room. They had always shared every thought together. Expressed to
each other opinions and feelings, all except that sweetness between them
which neither dared to speak of in fear of turning it sour with exposure.
This sundry and silly topic of the Captain's discipline, however, seemed to
provide ample opportunity to them both. Yet, Archie thought Horatio would
surly think his affair with the Captain, whom he adored like a mentor,
shocking. Not to mention be highly offended by Archie's love spawn craving
for his best friend. Horatio, at the same time, was drumming his fingers on
his naked thighs with hesitation. He was dying to tell Archie, in that
moment, how beautiful he looked rolling so conspicuously happy in his bed.
And how he felt tender always towards Archie.

"Horatio," Archie leaned forward and opened his mouth, eyes shining.

"Archie," Horatio found himself whispering as he too was drawn forth by
unseen powers.

Their faces became near and their necks were close to entwining. Horatio
felt their shoulders press together and their hands at each other's cheeks.
Boldly, Archie's palm gave a soft caress. Horatio's eyes lit up and his lips
moved, murmuring soundlessly. Slowly, Horatio bent forwards, pouting his
mouth in a precursory gesture to kiss. Archie's eyes fluttered close and his
lips parted with a small exhalation, the warmth of Archie's breath drifting
to Horatio's face. Horatio shuddered with eagerness.

His breath came short, his heart pounding, Horatio thought he heard bells as
the prospect of kissing Archie's sugar lips dawned on him gloriously. / I
can't do it, sweet darling Archie forgive me, I haven't the courage. /
Horatio battled his doubts and uncertainties, until the clamor of noises
banging in his ears won out. Realizing it was the ship's bell telling him to
move on, reluctantly, Horatio drew back from the offered face.

Archie waited for Horatio's supple mouth to conceal his, he rested his hands
palm-up by his sides in a patient and open gesture. He could barely believe
what was about to happen, that Horatio was at last going to meld their souls
in a loving caress of tongues. But even as the corner of his lips tilted up
with the thought, Archie was disturbed by the sluggishness of the kiss's
development. Cracking half an eye open, Archie yelped with outrage when he
realized Horatio had left! Left him, still puckering like an idiot and gone
out!

With an angry huff, Archie got up in pursuit of his stray shipmate. The
anticipation Horatio had given him, driving young Kennedy quite out of his
senses. / I offered myself on a platter, and he just turned his back on me!
/ thought Archie's love-fried brain. / Well, I demand satisfaction! /
Busily, he looked for something to swat Horatio in the face with, but in the
absence of a glove, had to do with an old sock. Not as gallant an item
perhaps, but the odor was shocking enough to convey Archie's dismay. Smug,
Archie ran after Horatio.

At the cabin door, a firm hand closed about his arms and jerked him back.
His head grasped skillfully, his whimpered protests ignored, Archie's mouth
was devoured hungrily.

"Horatio?" Archie moaned and wrapped his legs around the man's back, bring
their heated groins together.

"I beg your pardon?" Captain Pellew blinked as he drew back, his eyes black
with arousal glared at Archie's feverish blue ones. "I see I'm not the man
you expected, Mister Kennedy?"

"Umm. . ." Archie flushed, the idea of the Captain as witness to his
attraction to Horatio somehow made their situation even more enticing.

Pellew felt the twitching of Archie's cock at the mention of the Horatio's
name and began to laugh, softly and quietly. Embarrassed and helplessly
aroused, Archie buried his face in the senior Captain's neck. Pellew wound
his arms around the trembling blonde, so enticing with his open ardor and
ready smiles. Such a lovely young man that Pellew was confronted by a sudden
urge to pat Archie. Lightly, he did so, left hand cupping the back of Archie
's golden head and the right hand patting the lad's pert ass. Cheekily,
Archie used his nose to push aside the Captain's night shirt, tongue tip
darting out in search of brown nipples.

"Oh no you don't," Pellew gather Archie up with his hand and extended his
hold to keep him at arm's length. "I have something much better than this
mean old body for you tonight."

"But Sir!" Archie protested. "This is torture."

"There, there," Captain Pellew was not at all moved, taking Archie Kennedy
by the hand he led him down the corridor.

Chapter Seven : Kitchen's Wall

"Archie, I'm going to give you your heart's desire," Pellew murmured to his
lovely companion as they emerged above decks.

"To take you under the stars?" Archie breathed deeply. "And watch your face
as you come, yes Captain, I'd like that very much."

Pellew was unexpectedly struck dumb by the description. He turned and
studied Archie's face and could find nothing there but sincerity and
earnestness. Yes, he decided, this young man is so loving and good that he
was worthy of anyone, especially Horatio. Pellew stopped Archie at one end
of the ship's Lane.

"Captain," Archie said hesitantly as he looked around the familiar
surroundings. "Why did you bring me here of all places?"

Archie could not keep the hurt out of his voice, he thought after today in
the Captain's cabin, they were above coming to the Lane. His heart sank and
Archie felt the gaiety drain out of him.

"Sash," a warm kiss was smacked against his forehead as an answer and
Captain Pellew led him into the Lane.

Placing the young man with his face turned to a wooden wall Pellew kissed
him once again.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

Archie, although unhappy, nodded.

"Take out your tackle, then," Pellew pressed himself to Archie's back,
insinuating his hand into Archie's pants.

Coaxingly, the Captain weighed the balls in his palms and fed the head of
Archie's penis through a hole in the wooden façade. Archie's eyebrows
disappeared up in his fringe.

"I'll be right back with you, darling, just hold it right there," Pellew
nipped Archie's fragrant cheeks again and danced away in the dark.

Archie felt like the biggest fool in the world and somewhat frightened for
his trapped cock.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, on the other side of the wall.

It was the first erection Horatio had ever seen in his life, apart from his
own. And it looked rather more delicate than how he imagined Captain Pellew'
s. A long white shaft with a dark pink head and a small slit glinting a
golden bead of pre-cum. The balls at the base was also pale, framed by a
lovely down of golden hair and glimpses of youthful flesh.

The directness of the proposition was, however, very fitting of Captain
Pellew's fiery personality and Horatio found it impossible to resist. The
wall between them, whilst constraining of his desires to touch and see the
Captain all over, did make it easier for his shyness. And it narrowed all
the stimulating sight of the body he wanted into such a powerful and
fascinating focal point. Descending down to his knees, Horatio tentatively
extended his neck and licked the head of the cock presented to him. A loud
moan came from the other side of the wall and the cock jerked as if its
owner wanted to pull back. Anxious not to lose his tasty bit, Horatio
grasped the cock with his right hand and tongued the slit fanatically.

The man receiving Horatio's assault was kicking the walls, the sound of the
victim's body slamming dully into the wall as he arched was exquisite beyond
words. Horatio wanted to play with the delicate squirming balls and in order
to free his hands to do so, he opened his mouth wider and sucked the whole
length of the cock into his mouth. A loud whimper came as Horatio sucked
hard to ensure the cock could not be pulled back. Horatio decided he quite
liked the sounds Captain Pellew made during love making, even though they
were rather winsomely high.

And the taste was incredible. Very musky, savory and strange. Horatio drew
his head back slightly to loosen his hold. His tongue tapped the bottom side
of the cock playfully until a gash of pre-cum flowed from the head. Horatio'
s face took on a beautiful look of satisfaction as he tasted the nectar from
Archie's cock. In the shadows, Pellew watched that heavenly smile and
Horatio's sunken cheeks, muffling his own groans in his hand.

Archie's nails scrabbled on the wooden wall when the hot mouth deserted him
momentarily only to swallow one of his balls in its wet warmth. Archie
sobbed at the feel of that insistent mouth and those long fingered hands,
throwing his head back, he began to thrust in spite of himself. Crudely into
the hole, begging for something he did not dare to ask.

Horatio caught the angry erection with his mouth, the long length pushed
forward and slid down his throat. Instantly bringing tears to his eyes. His
own crotch was on fire, hurriedly, Horatio dug through his pants to get to
his own erection. When he at last had it in hand, he pulled it urgently, in
rhythm to the hard thrusts directed at his mouth. It felt wonderful, the
hard fucking of his face and the rough tug on his cock. Horatio moaned
helplessly as the smell, taste and the moment overwhelmed him, his cock
twitching uncontrollably, cum streaming at the seams of his fist.

The sucking and swallowing was heightened by that soft buzzing moan and
Archie too lost his load down Horatio's throat. Moaning deeply and buckling
at the knees, Archie flopped forward and came. Both of them called out at
the crest of their pleasure "Captain."

"Careful!" Pellew reached out and took Archie's cock out of Horatio's mouth,
Hornblower was wearing such a stunned expression Pellew feared he might
unthinkingly bite off Archie's lovely tackle. "Mister Hornblower."

Horatio's cinnamon eyes were so wide, Pellew dare not look into their
discerning depths. There was anger and hurt there, shining brightly with
satiation and new found knowledge. Those eyes narrowed as Horatio stood up
and utilizing his height, he tiptoed and looked over the kitchen's half
wall.

Archie, when he was released by Horatio's mouth had slid down into a wasted
heap. He was on his back and staring unseeingly at the sky when Horatio's
face drifted into view.

"Hello, Stars!" Archie slurred, his eyes rolling into his head as he blacked
out.

Chapter Eight : Seaman's Rope

His head was resting on the finest pillow in the world, a strong, sweaty,
muscled arm. Turning his head hazily, Archie saw a nest of dark hair
sprouting out of a tanned armpit. A hand of similar toning and comeliness
slapped his face gently.

"You must focus Archie," came Horatio's lilting voice. "Come back with us,
or you'll miss out on all the fun."

"Horatio?" Archie stuttered. But it was most certainly Captain Pellew who
was holding him.

"Yes darling," full lips nuzzled at his cheeks and pale hands drifted
teasingly down his naked sides.

It came to Archie that he was stark naked, as was the Captain who held him
on his right and Horatio who was pressed against his left. There was a green
canopy over his head that indicated he was in the Captain's bed. Archie went
so swiftly from drowsiness to arousal his cock hurt with the sudden
hardening.

"Oh God, I'm in heaven," Archie heard himself sighing loudly.

Horatio and Pellew clutched tightly onto their prize, holding Archie for a
loving moment.

"As am I," Pellew said huskily.

"Edward," Horatio reached out and they kissed, seemingly forever.

"Lightest one on the bottom!" Pellew commanded gruffly when the kiss died.

Horatio leered down at Archie and said commandingly. "Turn around, Archie."

The two men flipped the sluggish midshipmen onto his stomach and Horatio
quickly draped himself possessively over his friend.

"Oh don't you two look a picture of debauchery," Pellew drooled as he got
up, going over to rummage in his sea-chest.

Sultrily Horatio undulated his hips over Archie's making a show of it to the
Captain. Archie laughed open mouthed and twisted around to offer his tongue
for Horatio to suck on, saying "You're sssooo very good at that, 'ratio."

"Little sluts," Pellew cursed them, wishing he were back in that tangle of
limbs. "Archie, where the devil did you put the sweet oil?"

Horatio gasped audibly. His head came up to glare at Captain Pellew.

"Edward, why would Archie know where your lubricants are?" Horatio asked.

Pellew grimaced and muttering something inaudible went back to his search.
Whistling guiltily.

"Oh yes! Here it is," Pellew's voice came chiming in from the study room.
"It was on the desk, silly me."

Horatio turned to look mournfully down at Archie. "You two made yourselves
known to each other and you didn't bother to tell me?"

Archie could not bare looking into Horatio's eyes.

"And I - I thought," Horatio's voice dripped with jealousy. "I was the first
to taste you, to love you."

"You are!" Archie's nails dug into Horatio's pristine white back. "And you
can't begrudge what the Captain and I did, we did it dreaming of you."

Horatio looked unconvinced but his resolve was slowly melting under Archie's
urging eyes and Pellew's wary observation.

"Horatio," Archie parted his legs wide. "Please believe me."

Captain Pellew coughed dryly at the scene, collecting his hurt feelings he
began to put on his coat.

"And where do you think you're going?" a sharp command halted his hands.

"Out," Pellew grumbled.

"No, I didn't say you could," Horatio said haughtily.

"I don't give a rotting fig what you say or don't say I can do, Mister
Hornblower!" Pellew snapped back angrily, furious with himself as well as
Horatio's tone. "Just because we took comfort together when we were cold and
lonely and longing for you, it does not give you power over us."

Then eyeing Archie, lying pliant under Horatio, he amended his words. "At
least not over me."

"Captain," Archie pleaded, his blue eyes showing that he was puzzled by the
two fighting men. "Please don't go."

"I don't want power," Horatio gritted his teeth. "I want you to reveal
yourself to us, Captain Pellew."

"Reveal what? That I've longed for your companionship ever since I first saw
you and how I burned in hell with desire for you when lust intruded in on my
feelings? That it broke my heart, when at last Archie came to me in the Lane
and loved me, then he cried your name when he came? Should I tell you
gentlemen, I went to the trouble of bringing you together because I thought
none of you really ever wanted me!"

Pellew's voice trailed off in a low moan of unspeakable pain as he finished.

"Now, let me go."

When no answer was given, Pellew made up his mind to walk out by his own
will. But each step became harder, he wondered what Horatio was thinking,
why Archie was weeping so beautifully for his sake and he wanted to slow
down, stop, turn around and be re-claimed by the two men he loved, who
surely, after this night, would become exclusive to each other.

"Are you saying, in that mottled bit of murder to the English language,
Edward, that you love me?" Horatio's long arms suddenly closed around his
ribcage, entrapping Pellew forever.

"Yes!" Pellew spun around and embraced him back. "Heavens, you devil, haven'
t you been listening?"

But his treacherous mouth could not hold on to the anger, he was kissing
Horatio already. Sucking deeply and adoringly on Horatio's sensitive neck.

"All you had to do was say so," Horatio rolled his dark eyes and drew Pellew
towards the bed. "All I wanted was to hear it."

Pellew, tugged hard, fell into Archie's arms. He kissed Archie's moist cheek
bones, licking away the strands of golden hair that were stuck there with
tears.

"And now that we know it's not a casual fuck," Horatio's stern face
dissolved into a natural grin. "Please fuck me silly my dearest Edward for I
love and desire you with all my heart."

"And I as well," Archie pinkened.

"Both of you?" Pellew licked his lips. "I think I will have to introduce you
lads to the Seamen's Rope."

Saying so, the wise old Captain leapt upon Horatio, pressed his face into
Archie's back and mounted the young midshipmen. With a generously lubed
hand, he guided Horatio's renewed erection to enter Archie and at the same
time pushed himself in between Horatio's buttocks. Then, to a chorus of
grunting and hissing, Pellew pushed his hips forward. Stroking deeply into
Horatio's passage, coaxing it to open with various thrusts, kissing Horatio'
s lips.

Horatio rocked forward into Archie and indeed it was a chain. The passion
circled through them, starting with Pellew, through Horatio and culminating
in Archie. And the rope was a dangling line from the skies, tantalizing them
to climb to dizzying heights.

"You're moaning like swine," Horatio gnawed on Archie's ear, feeling the
young strong body twist and trying to lift them all.

"Not my fault," Archie retorted back shamelessly. "You're so deep in me, I
fancy you're going to make an exit wound."

"Will you two pay attention to what we're doing?" Pellew demanded from atop
the mountain of flesh, pumping hard and fast into Horatio's opening,
watching delighted as the force of his thrusts fucked Horatio and Archie.

"Oh Captain, harder!" Archie screamed.

"Argh!" Horatio yelped when Pellew heeded Archie's plea. "Archie asked for
harder! What are you doing digging me to death?"

"Convey the message," Pellew said through clenched jaws, giving another hard
push. "If you would, Mister Hornblower."

"Both of you!" Archie hissed. "Shut up and harder!"

The mattress screeched rhythmically it's death song for a very long while.

"Archie, Archie you're crying," Horatio grunted, even his voice sounded
stretched by Pellew's cock.

"I can't stand it," Archie sniffed and twisted his hands in the sheets. "I'm
going to come."

"No you are not!" Pellew thundered, clutching onto Horatio's spasming hips.

"No he's not," Horatio wailed. "I am."

"Nobody is coming!" Pellew shouted.

"But, but," Archie whined. "He's hitting that spot with every shove."

"Oh so that's why I'm all tingly," Horatio sounded enlightened. "I'm all
orifices and cock, Edward."

"Captain!"

"Edward!"

"Sir, please Sir!"

"Captain Pellew!"

Archie pushed back with the last of his strength, impaling himself on
Horatio's cock and gave a small cry. His buttocks clenched tightly around
Horatio and his body moved into a stage very much like a fit. Horatio did
not hear the rattling Archie made low in his throat as he came, because him
himself was exploding. Pellew felt himself being milked by Horatio's sucking
passage and a wide eyed look consumed his face. The sheets were squirted
with so much juice, as Horatio and Pellew pulled out. At the places where
the trio's bodies joined, cream crowned their gleaming skin. Collapsing,
falling down, rolling apart and crawling back together, Horatio, Archie and
Captain Pellew found themselves entangled once again in each other's arms.

"Archie," Pellew admonished with a soft chuckle a moment before they could
drifted off to sleep. "You came first again."

"Blue ribbon for my golden piglet," Horatio kissed Archie's upturned nose
teasingly.

"Hush you two," Archie snorted sleepily. "A farmer-doctor's son and a
sailor, you're both lucky to be pumping my ham."

"And what a lovely bit of meat that is," Horatio hummed, snuggling up to
Archie's warm back. "Wish I could hold it in my mouth as I go to sleep."

"That dainty little sausage?" Captain Pellew, laughing, played with Archie's
cock. "You don't want that, Horatio, it's all limp and wrinkly."

Archie's face grew warm where he snuggled against Pellew's chest, because
even as the Captain said so, his organ stirred and fattened.

Pellew chose that moment to crudely finished his sentence. "Have mine
Horatio, its big and juicy for you."

The sound of new pelting rain blanketed by their heaves and sighs, the three
seaman made love again and satisfied each other's thirst .