Page 33 of Yes, Captain

With his legs curled into his chest and Will’s hard cock saluting the air, a drip of pre-cum fell from his slit, landing on his belly. Eddie pressed against him but resisted pushing further into Will, even though he was bearing down, begging Eddie to slide his fingers into him. Eddie wanted Will crazy for him. He kept up the taunting, the featherlight touches, and the sensual tease until Will mewled and thrust his hips, trying to impale himself on Eddie’s fingers. When the veins on Will’s cock throbbed, his shaft flexing with need, Eddie used his middle finger to penetrate him slowly. Will’s breath left him in a rush, a shudder passing through him before he moaned.

Eddie didn’t wait long before he gave him a second finger, letting him feel the burn of the stretch. Will was riding his digits, and Eddie was harder than an iron rod. Will’s choked gasps and moans, as well as the schlick, schlick, schlick of Eddie’s fingers inside him, drove him wild. Eddie was going to come before he managed to get inside Will if he didn’t get his wayward cock under control. But having his captain there, knowing they were taking that step, was huge.

“Eddie,” he gasped. “I’m ready.” He opened his eyes, and his darkened gaze bore into Eddie’s, beseeching him to understand what he needed. Eddie did, and there, kneeling between his beautiful man’s legs, he promised himself that he’d always give Will everything he needed. Whatever it was, whatever it took, Eddie would do it for him.

He sheathed himself in the condom he’d pulled from the paper bag stuffed in Will’s drawer and slathered his shaft in lube. It’d be a hell of a slippery ride, but that was half the fun. Hovering above him, Eddie took Will’s lips with his and kissed him slowly as he moved into place. Without breaking their kiss, he lined himself up and hooked Will’s calf over his hip, opening him as much as possible. He pressed forward, the tight ring of Will’s arse stretching to accommodate Eddie’s girth and enveloping him in nirvana. Will was slick and hot, silky smooth, and wrapped around Eddie like a glove. Sensation raced up and down Eddie’s spine, making every nerve ending sing a concerto worthy of the London Symphony Orchestra. Staring into Will’s eyes, something sparked between them, and Eddie held himself still, never wanting to break their connection. Finally, the puff of air against his overheated skin came as Will exhaled the breath he’d been holding. When his other leg came up, wrapping tight around Eddie’s hips and forcing him deeper, they moaned together.

“God damn, handsome. You feel so good.” Eddie rested his forehead against Will’s shoulder, nuzzling into his throat as he pushed in deeper still, not stopping until his hips were flush against Will’s skin—buried to the hilt. Will’s arms came around Eddie’s shoulders, his fingers spearing through Eddie’s short hair. He tilted his head, giving Eddie room to nibble on his throat. Eddie hooked his hands under Will’s shoulders anchoring them together, and ever so slowly, he pulled almost all the way out.

Eddie rolled his hips, moving leisurely enough that he could savour Will’s channel clasping tight around him. The moans he made were so fucking sensual, so sexy that Eddie had to capture them and keep them close within him. Eddie kissed him, their tongues stroking as he pumped his hips. There was no wild slapping of flesh together, no crazy squeaking bedframes, but the heat between them sizzled. Eddie slaked his need on the beautiful man before him. Hands exploring and mouths caressing, they revelled in the sensation and steadily climbed to the precipice.

One day Eddie knew they’d be so damn crazy with lust that they’d lose their shit and attack each other. He would find a few surfaces to bend Will over for a quickie, especially in a ship with lots of darkened spaces, and they’d fuck with the sole purpose of getting off, but today wasn’t that day.

Eddie pulled back and looked him in the eyes. Their bodies were pressed together, with Will wrapped around Eddie for a change. Every inch of him Eddie could touch, he did, but it still wasn’t enough. When Eddie brushed the pad of his thumb over Will’s lower lip, he kissed it, sending a spike of lust through him. Those lips were divine. So incredibly sensual. Eddie thought Will was wickedly hot on his knees, his lips wrapped around the base of Eddie’s cock. It had sent him into overdrive those few times it’d happened, Eddie needing to pull the sexy man off, or he would have gone off like a bottle rocket when what he really wanted was a ride to the moon. But now… now Eddie was orbiting the sun.

When Will clenched those muscles tight around Eddie’s girth, he moaned while Will grinned mischievously. Eddie muttered, “Tease.” He nipped Will’s lip, biting down, then sucked on it until it popped out of his mouth. Will’s eyes rolled back in his head. Eddie punched his hips forward, pressing his point home and hitting Will’s prostate dead centre if the shudder that rocked his body was anything to go by. Will’s muscles vibrated under his touch, and when Eddie shifted to take his cock in hand, the man under him cried out.

“Oh fuck, yes. There,” Will gasped. “Do it again.” Keeping the same position and not daring to adjust his weight to balance on one hand, Eddie rolled his hips again, pushing deep into him. The cords in Will’s neck strained, his breaths came out in stutters, and every muscle in his body tightened. He was magnificent, so fucking beautiful as he let go and came.

Will’s orgasm hit him in waves and pulsed through his body and around Eddie’s cock. The slick grasp of his channel tightened further, and Eddie hurtled to the edge and into sweet oblivion. He never wanted to find his way out of that magnificent place. Will’s cock pulsed, painting stripes of cum between them as he moaned incoherently. Still riding out his orgasm, his eyes barely open and his plump lips slick from Eddie’s kiss, a drop of sweat beaded at his temple, and Eddie licked it away. Will ran his hand down Eddie’s body, and Eddie shivered. When Will grasped him around the waist, his legs still locked tight around Eddie’s hips, Eddie was lost.

Will kissed him as Eddie cried out, capturing the echo of his orgasm as it washed over Eddie like the tide—unstoppable and all-powerful. Eddie flexed his hips, reigniting the buzz of the chemical reaction firing through him, then did it again until all he knew was Will.

He didn’t know when he slumped down onto Will, but the play of his fingertips along Eddie’s spine and his now softening cock slipping out of Will’s channel told him he needed to move, if only to toss away the condom. Eddie shifted, but it was Will who took matters into his hands and slipped the rubber off Eddie’s shaft, knotted it, and tossed it in the general direction of the bathroom without lifting Eddie off him.

“I should clean you up,” Eddie murmured.

Will wrapped his arms around Eddie again and replied, “There’s no rush.” He raised his head and looked at Will, taking in his beautiful face and that post-orgasmic glow that he was rocking. The man at his side looked thoroughly blissed out, and it was damn fine on him. Eddie wanted to bang on his chest in triumph. He wanted Will to wear that expression forever. When he smiled at Eddie, his fingers reaching up to brush against his face, Eddie’s breath came out in a rush, and his heart flip-flopped.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Eddie whispered, the awe in his voice obvious. “So damn sexy. Every inch of you. But when you smile, you take my breath away.”

A flush stole over Will’s cheeks and down his throat, and Eddie couldn’t help but trail his fingertips to the hollow there. When he met Will’s gaze again, Will became serious. “Me too,” he whispered before tugging Eddie closer and letting out a happy sigh. He didn’t know whether Will’s reply was in response to his comment or the emotions that he mustn’t have been good at hiding when they were riding so close to the surface, but either way, it didn’t matter. He knew. Will understood what he was trying to tell him.

seventeen

Will

It was the final performance of the cruise, and Will had timed his schedule to be able to attend the drinks after the finale. Walking out of the lift, he found some of the performers already mingling among the guests. Eddie was surrounded by the largest group, who were all toasting him. He grinned and curtseyed, lifting the skirt of the dark grey plunging V-neck mini dress he wore. Paired with thigh-high heeled boots and fishnet stockings, he looked incredible. Will swallowed hard. Pale pink lipstick finished off his outfit, and Will was torn between seeing how far down his dick that lipstick would mark him or lifting that dress and bending over the nearest couch so Eddie could fuck him into next week.

Will stood on the sidelines, watching and admiring him from afar when Seamus sidled up next to him. “Congratulations, Captain. I’m happy for you two.”

“Thanks, Seamus. I appreciate that.” Will shook his hand, and Seamus gave him a friendly clap on the back.

People milled around them, and he spoke to the guests who reminisced about their cruise, all the while keeping Eddie in his side vision and waiting for a chance to excuse himself to join his man.

“How long have you been captain?” a lady asked him, but Will was distracted by the coughing from behind. The last thing he needed was to get sick, so he tried to step away but couldn’t go far without walking off mid-conversation. The lady he was speaking to touched his arm, drawing Will’s attention back to her, making him realize he hadn’t answered her.

“About five years. Sorry, if you’ll excuse me.” Will excused himself to look for, and avoid, whoever it was that was sick. Instead, he saw Eddie and did a double-take. It was less than five minutes since he’d had his eyes on his man, and Eddie looked completely different.

And not in a good way.

His cheeks and throat, plus part of his chest, were an angry red as if he’d broken out in an instant rash, and he was scratching his throat, making it worse. The rest of his face was deathly pale, his lips almost grey. He reached out for the wall, bracing himself on it as he swayed on the spot and gasped for breath.

Will strode over to him, barging in on the conversation a guest was trying to hold with him. “I’m sorry, excuse me,” he politely interrupted, not really caring if the person he was speaking to was offended. Will pressed his hand to Eddie’s forehead, but he wasn’t hot. Will listened to Eddie’s greeting, but he was struggling, wheezing. Terror pierced through Will, panic rushing him. Something was very wrong. But what? Will grasped his wrist and checked his pulse to find it racing. “Eddie, look at me,” he demanded softly. When he did, Will’s heart rate shot through the roof. His pupils were blown, fear written on his face as he panted, his breathing laboured. His lips were turning blue before Will’s eyes.

“Epi,” he wheezed. Will flipped his wrist over, looking again at the leather band he wore, and klaxons wailed in Will’s mind. It was a medical alert bracelet—he’d told Will about his allergy to nuts and how severe it was. Will had known they could kill him, but Eddie was always so careful about what he ate. He even went as far as checking whether the people he was with had eaten any. Will had sworn off them the moment he’d found out about Eddie’s anaphylaxis.

But someone—potentially any of the guests he’d been talking to—clearly didn’t know Eddie. They must have gotten close enough to him that it had triggered a reaction.

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