“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me since the ship wreck?” Silverfin ventured, releasing an inward sigh of relief that all that talk of “beguiling” did not lead immediately to “Siren’s call.” An idea occurred to him that somehow had not occurred to him before. “Did you hope to ensnare the captain yourself?”
“Look, I’m trying to say that you’re all right, Silver! Don’t make me regret it or change my mind!” Hank flushed and rose from the sand, towering over the bewildered MerSir once more.
“It’s just that...” Silverfin paused, eyeing Hank uncertainly. “Well, I know that every man on this beach has a pretty vested interest in that gold over there, and I’m the reason we even got as far as to find it. So, you’d have no reason to believe me when I say, your captain is worth more to me than all that Portuguese gold.” He flushed and averted his eyes as he spoke.
“Don’t you meanourcaptain?” Hank smiled, his body blocking out the last rays of the setting sun. “You’re part of the crew now, and don’t you forget it.”
Hank's words left Silverfin strangely lighthearted; between that and their victory over the shark, by the time he reached the makeshift tent Hawk had lashed together from fronds and sailcloth he was almost dancing, even despite the clunky peg.
Hawk looked up at him with a smile, his lovely red hair a fiery crimson in the light of the sunset. "You seem happy."
"I'm quite happy, all things considered." Silverfin sank down next to him, finding the mat of dried grasses surprisingly comfortable. He started unlacing the ungainly peg. "I'm one step closer to avenging my leg, I have the most beautiful man in existence at my side..."
"One step? I think you might want to call this a win and quit while you're ahead, little darling." Hawk's arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.
Silverfin pouted. "You don't think I could take any shark that threatened me?"
"You're very fierce," Hawk said agreeably. His lips traced the line of his jaw as he spoke, free hand stroking up the inside of Silverfin's thigh. "But I don't want you to risk losing any other bits of your lovely self."
Silverfin hummed appreciatively, wiggling against Hawk's hand to encourage the caress. "I would like to keep both my remaining legs," he agreed. "Anyway, as I was saying - I have the most beautiful man in existence at my side, and now I'm going to put my mouth on his cock."
Hawk's eyebrows rose, though he looked far more amused than Silverfin had expected. "Oh, you are, are you?"
Silverfin turned his face to return the nuzzle, licking his earlobe. "Should I not? You seem to take such pleasure in the act."
A shiver ran through Hawk’s body, all the way from his head to his toes, and Silverfin felt the tremors under his fingertips. “I take great pleasure in giving you pleasure,” Hawk hummed against his lips, body still vibrating like a string. The jewels of his eyes were radiant with unmistakable desire. “I must say, I don’t know that I’m willing to forgo it even right now.” Hawk’s thumb traced across Silverfin’s chin and pressed against his lips. “Look at you. Finn. You are so beautiful. Out of this world beautiful.”
“No, I assure you..,” Silverfin tried to protest that he was certainlyinthis world (and a most human of humans), but Hawk slipped his thumb in between his teeth and kissed the corner of his mouth, effectively shutting him up. “Mmmm,” he added, letting his tongue circle the salty digit between his lips. If it felt this good sucking on Hawk’sthumb, he was definitely not going to waste anymore time on this discussion. His hand deftly reached out to paw at the flesh below the captain’s belt.
“God, you little minx,” Hawk’s voice caressed his earlobe, “you’re driving me to the brink of madness.” His breath scalded Silverfin’s neck and then his teeth pressed into the tight flesh above his clavicle.
“Let me taste you, Samuel!” His fingers, as needy as his voice must have sounded, tugged at the stubborn lacing of Hawk’s trousers.
“I have an idea,” Hawk’s voice trickled sweetly into Silverfin’s ear, causing his third leg to give a by now predictable twitch.
“Yes!” Silverfin intoned, eagerly.
“You don’t know what my idea is yet.” Hawk kissed him on the earlobe with a soft chuckle.
“I have been a great fan of all your ideas so far, especially ones involving the removal of our clothes and skin-on-skin contact.”
Finally seeming to catch on, Hawk aided Silverfin in shimmying his trousers down his thighs, pulling on Silverfin’s in turn. Hawk’s hands and eyes caressed the exposed flesh with a searing hunger that made Silverfin flush and bite his lips around a soft, keening sound.
“We can taste each other,” Hawk said, his hands pushing against Silverfin, to lay him down on the ground of the makeshift tent, while he dispatched Silverfin’s trousers into the corner. “If that’s what you want,” he added, his tongue darting out to lick at his parched lips.
“Fuckyes, that’s what I want!” Silverfin knew there was a reason he was so fond of Hawk: he was a true connoisseur of the art of human love-making. It was obviously a result of Hawk’s ingenious brain, as well as years of practice that Silverfin refusedto think about, lest he become consumed by jealousy of Hawk’s lover long gone.
Hawk’s cock stood forth, pointing right at Silverfin’s chin, heavy and proud, and wearing a halo of the same fire-red hair that seemed to pepper all of Hawk’s beautiful pelt. And Silverfin felt his jaw drop open as his hand shot out to touch that wondrous, engorged member. He suspected he was probably also drooling, butgods, that thing had beeninside himand it was glorious!
He wrapped his hand around Hawk’s cock and gave it a few tentative pulls, while Hawk’s breath hitched and he sank his teeth into his lower lip. Silverfin looked up to meet the captain’s eyes to see if his touch was as pleasurable as when Hawk’s own hands had been on him before.
“God!” Hawk gasped. “Look at you, how hungry you are for it.” His lips turned up into a playful smirk that Silverfin had come to crave. His hand pressed Silverfin back against the dried grass. “Let me start... follow my lead.”
Hawk stretched out on the ground beside him, turning so that his hips were level with Silverfin's head. His mouth lapped hungrily at the bare skin of Silverfin's stomach below his shirt, kissing wet and hungry until he was nuzzling the base of Silverfin's cock. It might have been entirely distracting if Hawk's gorgeous member hadn't been right in front of Silverfin’s face, the tip slick with arousal, just begging to be touched.
Silverfin leaned closer, tongue darting out to lap at the tip. Salty like the sea, like his seed after he'd found pleasure. There was something particularly enticing about that taste, Silverfin decided as he licked him again. Perhaps it was the memory of the pleasure he'd found at Hawk's hands and in his talented mouth. Perhaps it was the anticipation of more. Or perhaps it was thechoked, needy groan that escaped Hawk's lips when Silverfin licked at him, Hawk’s breath teasing against Silverfin's hard cock in hot puffs as he lapped at him.
Silverfin stroked his fingers through the crimson hairs at the base of Hawk's cock, watching them curl against his skin. He always enjoyed the way he could nearly feel the life thrumming in Hawk's cock when he wrapped his hand around its girth; now he thought he might even be able to see it, pulsing with his heartbeat. Silverfin traced his tongue along the ridges of the head of his lover’s cock, entranced by the velvet softness of his skin and the hardness underneath. Curiously, he flicked the tip at the little stretched tight ridge of skin just under the head, repeating the motion as Hawk's cock jerked in his grasp.
