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Vasco gives Kurt a long look where he sits on the sofa. Thanks to a water leak in his cabin, he is now his guest, and how fortuitous that is.
“I don’t know if I can spend another night sleeping on this blasted sofa, Vasco.”
“I never expected to have a guest sleeping anywhere other than my bed, Kurt. The sofa was chosen for its looks, not its comfort.”
“That much is painfully obvious.”
“Well, that leaves us with…three possibilities.”
“Which are?” Kurt asks anxiously.
“You could stay on the sofa. I could have a cot brought up from the infirmary, which might be moderately more comfortable than the sofa. Or…”
“Or?”
“There is always the bed. It’s certainly large enough for both of us to sleep in without having to touch each other.”
“No offense, Sailor, but I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
“None taken. I’ll go down to the infirmary and grab a cot,” he says as he moves toward the door.
“No. it’s fine.”
“Kurt, I’ll not have you sleeping on the sofa again.”
Kurt stands, crossing the room, and puts one large hand against the door. “I’ll sleep in the bed.”
Vasco moves to his room and comes back with a pair of pants for him to sleep in, motioning to the bathroom.
When Kurt steps back into the sitting room, Vasco’s eyes wander hungrily over his exposed torso, following the white lines of ancient scars that traverse his skin. He lifts his glass of rum to his lips and inhales the sweet aroma before taking a sip, letting it run down his throat like liquid fire as he swallows. Standing he places the glass on the table, and takes the one from Kurt’s hand and leans down, getting ever closer to the man as he sets it next to his own.
“Kurt, may I touch you?”
He can see the hesitation and the fear in his eyes while he decides. Vasco isn’t sure what his own intentions are, but he feels himself being pulled to this man who stands before him, his soul and his pain bared to him and only him.
Kurt nods slowly but his eyes are wild, the blue gray of storm clouds. He jumps when Vasco first lays his hand on him, pressing his fingers into one of the gouges on his chest. Circling him, he continues to press his fingers into the marks on his skin, the lashes over his back, coming back around to stand before him.
He looks up to his face and Kurt darts his eyes away drawing Vasco’s attention to the scar through his eyebrow. Raising his hand, he gently draws his thumb across the scar, watching the man’s face for signs of fear or discomfort. But then, those eyes, suddenly a tempest, are on him, his chest heaving and they are so close he can feel the breath as Kurt exhales through his parted lips.
Barely above a whisper, Kurt mutters, “What are you doing, Sailor?” his breathing ragged.
Vasco watches as Kurt licks his lips, his body coursing with desire for the man. “Soldier, I’m not doing anything unless you want me to.”
“I don’t, I’ve never…”
“Never?”
Shaking his head, Kurt speaks in a hushed tone, his cheeks blushing the slightest pink. “After…I uh, I couldn’t trust anyone.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Honestly? I’m not sure.”
“That’s okay, Kurt,” Vasco replies as he pulls the shirt from his hands and moves to help him pull it back on.
Kurt doesn’t move to put the shirt back on, but stares at Vasco intently, his head cocked to the side as if he’s trying to figure him out. “Wait,” he says softly, “can I change my mind?”
“You can do anything you like.”
Already close enough they can see the flecks of color in each other’s eyes, Kurt drops his shirt to the floor and leans closer until their lips are nearly touching. Holding, waiting.
When his lips part again, Vasco smells the rum on his breath, warm on his lips. Hoping upon hope that Kurt is waiting for him to close the distance between them, he reaches his hands up and places one on each side of his face, feeling the prickly stubble on his square jaw, one thumb brushing across his lip which is softer than he expected. Then Kurt turns his face and drags his lip up, raking his thumb as it slides down and over his chin and down his neck.
Nearly breathless already, Vasco whispers, “Kurt, do you mind if I kiss you?”
In answer, Kurt reaches his hand up and Vasco feels his fingers in his hair, pulling him just that tiny fraction closer so their lips finally meet, and his lips are soft but firm and he tastes of sweet and spicy rum. Opening his mouth, he takes Kurt’s bottom lip between his, gently sucking, causing the man to moan softly into his mouth and he quickly reciprocates, doing the same to Vasco’s upper lip eliciting a soft gasp before he pulls back to take a breath.
His hands slide from the man’s jaw over the soft velvet of his shaved neck, his fingers twisting playfully into the raven colored curls on his head. So many things he wants to do to the man, has wanted to do since the day they met and he watched him scowling at him, wanting him all the more. He pulls him in again, his mouth opening and his tongue lapping at his lips waiting for Kurt to invite him in.
As his mouth opens, Vasco slips his tongue in just a little, licking Kurt’s tongue before slipping it out again and trailing it over his chin and up the line of his jaw, taking the lobe of his ear between his lips and gently sucking, listening to him moan softly against his ear. Then his head is twisted back to Kurt’s mouth, his powerful hands pulling him to where he wants him, darting his tongue into his mouth this time.
Having the man’s tongue explore his mouth further arouses him and Vasco sucks on the appendage watching as Kurt’s eyes close and flutter. He wants to suck the man’s nipples, grasp his arse, and reach down to feel his cock, but he’s unsure what he would be comfortable with, so he tries to let Kurt lead even if all they do is kiss. But his erection is growing, bulging in his pants, and he will have to relieve himself one way or another. And soon.
He reaches down his own pants and adjusts himself, Kurt following his movement with his eyes. For a moment, a look flashes across his face, fear, anxiety or uncertainty, Vasco isn’t sure which. “It’s okay, Kurt. Nothing you don’t want…”
“It’s not that. I don’t know what to do.”
“Come here,” Vasco whispers as he backs away leading him to his bed, kicking his boots off as he moves backwards from the sitting room to the bedroom. “We’re going to take this very slow and if you change your mind, or you aren’t comfortable, tell me.”
Kurt nods and comes in close again, his hands finding themselves in his hair, pulling his mouth within reach. Gaining confidence, he thrusts his tongue into Vasco’s mouth this time, licking the length of his tongue before pulling his lip back into his mouth and gently sucking it. And, though he wants infinitely more, Vasco is content for now to wait, to settle for kissing the man who is indeed a quick study.
Suddenly, Kurt pushes him back and back until his legs meet the bed and he has nowhere to go, falling back onto the mattress with a loud creak from the bed, Kurt climbing up as he kicks off his own boots, his face hovering over him. “Kurt…” he whispers into his mouth, “we don’t have to do this now.”
His face looks almost hurt or ashamed and he begins to climb off. ”I’m sorry…”
“Wait…” Vasco whispers as he wraps his hands around Kurt’s muscular biceps. “I’m not rejecting you, Soldier. I just don’t want this to be something you regret. I want you to want it as much as I do.”
Kurt crawls back up, his face perched just above Vasco’s, and his hips gently press down into him. “I’m not sure what I want, but I do want it, Sailor,” he says soft and low, his breaths ragged.
“Are you sure?”
“Why do you think I lured you to your cabin?”
“That’s incredibly alluring, but we both know it’s not exactly the truth.”
“It’s not exactly a lie either,” Kurt whispers as he reaches down and tugs on Vasco’s shirt, pulling it loose from his pants, sliding it up, slowly revealing the lines of tattoos over his stomach and chest, over his shoulders and down his arms as the shirt is peeled off and tossed to the floor.
Vasco watches eagerly as Kurt’s eyes wander over his body, his fingers hesitantly tracing the curls and waves of tattoos on his skin. “Like what you see, Soldier?” he asks softly.
Kurt’s body does the talking as his erection grows and thrums against Vasco through his pants, his body pressing down into him again.
“Because I like what I see,” Vasco continues, his hands slipping from Kurt’s biceps, up his shoulders and over his torso, to his stomach, kneading the marks on his skin with his fingers and his thumb. Sitting up beneath him, Vasco carefully flips Kurt to his back, being careful to not make him feel trapped, bringing his hands up to his face as he leans in, brushing his lips in gentle kisses over the scars in his eyebrow, his nose and his lip.
Kurt relaxes beneath him and he begins to trace his mouth and his tongue over Kurt’s chin and down his neck to the dimple above his chest. Making eye contact first, he leans down and presses the flat of his tongue against Kurt’s nipple, nipping at it before applying gentle suction, watching for Kurt’s reaction, which is a soft gasp and his fingers in Vasco’s hair. He moves his mouth to the other nipple, tweaking the one he just sucked between his thumb and finger, feeling Kurt shift under him as he arches his back.
Testing the waters, he reaches his hand down to rub the man’s erection through his pants, waiting for Kurt to either stop him or urge him on. When he feels him begin to softly thrust under his hand he continues to move down, watching as Kurt licks his lips in anticipation. Vasco leaves a trail of saliva down his stomach as he reaches for the waist of his pants, pulling the tie loose and tugging them open. Kurt’s chest rises and falls as he pants, harsh breaths tearing through him. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck no, Sailor,” he says, shaking his head violently.
Releasing his cock from his pants, Vasco grips it and licks him from the base to the tip with the flat of his tongue, watching the way Kurt’s mouth opens, gasping for air and grasping handfuls of his blanket. Just one lick and the man is completely undone. Smiling, Vasco licks up and down his length again. A large drop of his seed beads on the tip and he licks it up hungrily, watching Kurt’s face with a smile as he finally takes him into his mouth, working his way over the thickness of his cock, until he is sheathed in his mouth. Shuddering moans and gasps echo through the cabin around them.
“Fuck…Vasco…”
Vasco’s head rises and he gently sucks as he comes up, releasing him. “Yes, Kurt?” he asks playfully.
“You have to stop or…”
“I’ll stop if you want me to.”
His blue eyes focused on Vasco, he finally shakes his head. When Vasco takes his cock back into his mouth, he sucks and licks his length, head rising and falling to a steady rhythm, staring deeply into his eyes. Kurt pushes Vasco’s head down with one hand, his hips thrusting up at the same time, but he doesn’t mind. He likes it, nearly gagging on the man’s girth as he takes control, his grunting as he thrusts, fucking his mouth, mixed with the low moan that doesn’t seem to stop as he quickly climbs to the peak of his pleasure. When it hits, it hits hard, and Kurt attempts to pull his cock out of Vasco’s mouth, but he grasps his hips and thrusts his mouth all the way to the base, the nest of black hair tickling his nose as he greedily swallows Kurt’s seed. Slowly, he lifts his face away from the man’s groin, giving one last lick into his slit before he sits back and watches the man shudder through his orgasm beneath him.
Vasco leans forward over him, his erection growing steadily more uncomfortable in his pants, as he kisses Kurt’s neck, unsure how comfortable he will be kissing him with his seed still in his mouth.
“Was that okay?”
Kurt nods then asks in a near awkward voice, “What about you?” while looking down at the bulge and the wet spot in his pants.
“I got what I wanted, Kurt. The rest will take care of itself.”
“That’s all you wanted?” Kurt’s voice is tinged with embarrassment and disappointment.
“For now. I just wanted you to have a pleasant experience.”
“You don’t want to fuck me?”
What a temptation this man is turning out to be. “Not today. I don’t think you’re ready for that. You could fuck me though, if you want to,” he says, nearly salivating at the thought. It’s been too long.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t think it’s possible for you to hurt me. You’re far too sweet.”
“Do you want me to?”
“Hurt me or fuck me?" he asks coyly.
In answer Kurt reaches down between their bodies and begins to work at the tie on Vasco’s pants and he inhales sharply at the touch of his fingers as they slip under the waist and down towards his pulsing erection. “Hold that thought,” Vasco mutters as he stands and pulls his pants down around his ankles, slipping out of them as he moves around to his bedside table grabbing the bottle of oil from the top drawer. As he turns to walk back, he watches as Kurt finally pushes his own pants down, kicking them off and over the edge of the bed.
He steps out of the bedroom and picks up the glasses from the table, taking a drink from one on his way back and swishing it around his mouth as he offers Kurt the other, watching as he drinks it down. Taking the now empty glasses, he places them on the dresser by the door and returns to the bed, crawling back up over Kurt with the bottle of oil in the palm of his hand.
“What was the rum for?”
“I didn’t want to kiss you after…I didn’t know how you would feel about it.”
“I didn’t expect that.”
“If you don’t want me to I won’t, but I like it.”
“You’re full of surprises, Sailor.”
Kurt reaches up, both hands on his neck, his thumbs caressing the line of his jaw, and pulls his mouth in, darting his tongue hungrily into his mouth. To Vasco’s surprise, the man’s hand suddenly wraps around his cock and he flips him over to his back while stroking him, relieving some of the pressure. He watches as Kurt moves down, nervously pumping his erection.
“Kurt, you don’t have to do that.”
“That’s exactly why I’m going to. Now, shut up.”
When Kurt’s mouth slides over his cock, his tongue licking as he takes as much of his length as he can, Vasco grabs the blanket to keep his hands from grabbing the man’s hair and fucking his mouth like he wants to as he moans long and low.
“Kurt…” he mutters, “stop.”
He lifts his head with a concerned look on his face.
“If you keep doing that, you won’t be fucking me.”
“I don’t care,” Kurt says as he looks at Vasco’s cock, leaning in and licking the bead from the tip before running his tongue up the slit.
“I want you to fuck me though, if you want to.”
Kurt looks at him nervously. “What do I do?”
“Just watch me,” Vasco says as he opens the bottle, pouring a few drops onto his fingers. Turning to the side, on his free hand and his knees, he runs his fingers over the tight ring of puckered flesh at his entrance, oiling his fingers up at the same time. He watches Kurt’s face as he inserts his middle finger into his opening, slowly at first until he is knuckle deep, thrusting in and out, rocking as he stretches himself.
Kurt leans up on his elbow, his gaze moving from Vasco’s face to his entrance, his eyes wide. Vasco pulls out his finger and adds another, thrusting back inside, curling as he stretches himself further. Looking at the girth of Kurt’s hardening cock, he pulls his fingers out again and adds more oil before he finally adds a third finger. Rocking his hips, he watches as Kurt takes the bottle of oil and slicks up his cock as he rises to his knees behind him and he slips his fingers out, supporting himself with both hands gripping the blanket.
Months. He has gone months without the touch of another person and Kurt’s hands on his hips send a current through him even as the head of his cock presses gently against his entrance, a shiver running up his spine as he pushes into him slow and easy, both of them moaning at the way the other feels. Vasco braces as he sinks in to the hilt of his cock, neither moving at first, waiting for him to stretch as Kurt fills him up.
Kurt runs his hands up and down his sides, pressing his mouth against his back and Vasco can sense he wants to move but he’s waiting for a sign. Slowly, at first, Vasco bucks back against him, rocking his hips up and down, waiting for him to respond. Finally, he feels his hands slide back down to his hips, gripping him hard as he pulls out and thrusts back in shallowly, hitting that spot that makes his back arch and his spine tingle, both of them gasping and panting.
“Are you okay?” Kurt asks softly, stopping his thrusting.
Still rocking and moving against him, Vasco whines, “Fuck yes, Kurt, don’t stop.”
A soft chuckle escapes Kurt’s mouth as he begins to thrust harder and faster, his grip on Vasco’s hips tightening, pulling and pushing him as he leans into the bed and spreads his legs further to allow Kurt to drive his cock deeper, punishing him after so long without.
“Vasco, I’m so close…what do you want me to do?”
He nods, looking back over his shoulder at the man’s face and, between gasps, he mutters, “I want you to give it to me. Harder…faster…please…”
With that Kurt picks up his pace, thrusting into his entrance with a force he didn’t expect, nearly driving him over the edge of the bed, which creaks and groans with each thrust, as he pushes his cock in as deep and hard and fast as he can. Their skin slaps together, Kurt grunting and moaning with each thrust. Vasco emits a long and low moan that reverberates with the tempo of the cock driving into him, pushing him to the edge. When he begins to feel his peak coming on, he shoves himself back immediately sending Kurt to his own peak and they climax together, Vasco’s entrance filled with Kurt’s seed as he collapses over his back, brushing his lips up his spine. Ruined by the man’s cock, he feels empty as he slowly pulls out.
Collapsing on the bed, he feels Kurt’s weight shift as he lifts himself off the bed, hears him as he gathers his pants and takes several steps back. “Wait,” he mutters, and begins to rise from the bed, a sharp burn ripping through him as he gets to his feet and shuffles to the bathroom, grabbing a cloth for each of them, dipping them into the basin and wringing them out. Back in the bedroom, he kneels before Kurt and cleans him up before cleaning himself and tossing both cloths down the chute watching the man intently as he sits on the bed.
“Leaving so soon? I thought you were going to sleep in the bed tonight.”
“I don’t know what’s expected, Vasco.”
“I do have to get back to the helm soon. Fuck I can’t believe I just did that while I’m supposed to be on duty. But you can stay here. Go to bed if you want.”
“I shouldn’t have pulled you away…”
“I don’t regret it, Kurt. I hope you don’t either. But if something had happened to the ship while I was…let’s just say I can’t let that happen again.”
“I’ll go.”
“No, stay. I hope you’ll be here when I get back…”