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Freddy had been out for a swim in the cool day as the Maid Honor laid still in the ocean along side him, stalled briefly by a sudden change in the wind that had their poor Haysey at his wits end. As Freddy’d pulled himself aboard the Maid Honor he could already feel himself being watched. Although it appeared no one else was above deck, Freddy shivered, and could almost picture the pale blue grey eyes of the watcher. After all he’d been watching back, and knew what the man was after. Had Anders Lassen been a different man, one might say he had been observing Freddy since the run down of their course to Fernando Po. Though Freddy, finding himself to be a rather clever man, knew when he was being stalked, or even better yet... hunted.
Mind though that Freddy was a man who also knew how to play this little game, and decided that right where he was, was a fine enough place to strip out of his swimming clothes, seeing as he was quite sure that Gus and Apple would have Haysey rather busy as they tried to ‘Calm his nerves.’ as Apple had so eloquently stated as he’d chuckled, fondly following behind Gus who’d had an arm around Haysey’s shoulders, whispering heatedly in the young man’s ear, before Freddy had decided to go for his swim, with a roll of his eyes after them.
Slowly he raked his hand under his shirt, pulling the clinging fabric up and away from his chest. Freddy smirked as he heard the barely there gasp of his hidden audience, he peeled himself free of his shirt, letting it slap wetly against the deck as he dropped it by his feet, and grinned up into the sun for a moment, it’s still heat and the salt heavy air drying his skin as he ran his hand across his lightly haired chest, and the hidden anchor tattoo that sat on his left pectoral. As Freddy reopened his eyes his smirk grew into a grin when he saw Anders now leaning against the rail at the other end of the Maid, the mans gaze intent as it followed the trail of Freddy’s hand across the tattoo and down his abdomen, lower, and lower, until finally it skimmed the edge of his swimming shorts. The look in Anders eye was calculating and methodical as it took in every detail, of every inch of Freddy’s bare skin, from his chest to his ankle, though he made no move to come any closer.
For a moment Freddy had worried that he’d read it wrong, that the flirting in the small vessels cabin over the charted plans, had been nothing more than that, a flirt, a joke, something to share amusement over on a journey that could most certainly lead to their death. That was until Freddy dared to meet the other mans eyes again, they were simmering with a heat that sent shock waves down Freddy’s spine, and warmed him far more than the high noon sun ever could have. It spurred Freddy on carefully shucking down the last of his his small clothes and leaving him bare to the world.
A surprisingly large tattoo of a Submarine Detector mark of rank (That Freddy had gotten while in the navy, out with the lads, absolutely plastered, the night he’d received the rank.) was hidden on Freddy’s right thigh, it went up across his hip and he could see Anders tracing the lines of it with a tension now laced through his shoulders, Freddy smirked once again knowing he’d won something from this escalation, but not knowing yet where it would take him. Freddy began across the deck of the Maid, to the rail at Anders side, leaning strongly against it with his elbows. Anders eyes had widened as Freddy approached but he quickly schooled his expression back to a small casual smile and relaxed back against the rail.
“Lovely day is it not my friend!” Anders stated throwing the arms that had been crossed against his chest to the world around them.
“Quite so, Lassen, decent enough for a swim I’ll give it that.” Freddy smiled sidelong at the large man next to him, if that’s how he wanted to play it, then far be it from Freddy to not play along, for the time being, that is.
“Ah, yes, I had seen you’d made yourself scarce. Not enjoying the company of our dear crew members Freddy?” Freddy chuckled and watched Anders steal a glance in his direction, watched as it trailed down the curve of his back and over the swell of his arse. It was shameless and hungry in a way that sparked something in Freddy, something sharp, and gleeful, and dangerous. Like a fuse set to an explosion the seconds started ticking down, so, not being one to miss a good explosion, Freddy smirked and bit his lip, knowing just how to fan the flames.
“Ah, yes, our crew. Would you be referring to one Major Gus March-Phillipps and one Captain Geoffrey Appleyard?” Anders quirks an eyebrow but plays along smiling and nodding all the same, his heated gaze slowly shifting up, not a care in the world that he’s been caught staring.
“Why yes Freddy, but I believe you are forgetting about our young but capable friend Henry Hayes.” When Anders finally reaches Freddy’s eyes it’s like he’s been struck with an arrow from the mans bow straight to the chest, Freddy’s stuck to his spot unable to move or look away, pinned, whatever was coming was close now, Freddy could feel it, like fewer seconds on the ticking timer.
“Oh, Lassen, I don’t believe we’ll have to worry about our dear Haysey,” Freddy gives Anders a lecherous smirk as he continues, Anders rolling his eyes at the not quite jest. “I have the feeling he’s being quite well taken care of.” They both know what he’s implying, it’s impossible not to as Freddy gives a sly wink Anders way. When Anders opens his mouth to reply, Freddy quickly stops him before he can speak, with a hand over his mouth. Anders furrows his brows in confusion to which Freddy only cocks his head to the side in response, ear up to the cabin, Anders does the same.
A self satisfied look dawns Freddy’s face, because Anders can hear them too, not quite there, but loud enough to know they don’t care about being heard. Haysey is panting, breathy little ‘ah, ah, ah.’ noises, as a litany of praise pours from Apple and Gus. Anders tunes out the moment the words start to become clearer, caring much more about Freddy in this moment, the two of them alone, then he cares about whatever the three below deck are getting up to. Anders turns his body to fully face Freddy, whose eyes widen as he quickly becomes caged in against the rail of the ship, Anders gentle hands on his hips pressing him back, until he’s flush against the wooden siding and the jut of the railing.
“And, who will you let take care of you, Freddy?” Anders leans close, his cheek almost pressed to Freddy’s as he whispers, his lips teasingly brush the curved shell of Freddy’s ear, his heated breaths sending a shiver through Freddy that Anders can feel where his fingers desperately clasp at hips, the sharp bone underneath the soft flesh jutting to meet his fingers and palms, and he can’t help the incendiary circles he begins to rub there with his thumbs. “I have noticed you, noticing me,” Anders smirks “well, pretending, not to notice me, that is.” Anders pulls back enough now to look Freddy in the eye, their noses mere centimeters apart “Though I find myself wondering. What are you thinking, when you pretend not to look?”
The air feels like it’s been stolen from Freddy’s lungs as Anders whispers this, and he finds he can no longer hold himself up on his own two legs, but luckily Anders is there to keep Freddy upright, hands tightening their grip to keep him in place against the rail, yet never yielding in the soft smooth circles he rubs there. Freddy is still reeling from the question Anders had posed and the subtle adjustment of his hands when a large, warm, well muscled thigh, carefully places itself between his legs, both supporting him further from falling, as well as very obviously, and embarrassingly, tucking itself up against his rapidly hardening cock. It takes what is practically an act of god for Freddy to compose himself, clearing his throat averting his gaze then looking back up at Anders, Freddy’s hands shifting over top of Anders own to hold on just as tightly, a reply ready on his lips as he meets the steely blue gaze in front of him.
“What am I thinking, when I’m pretending not to look at you? When I dare to take a glance, from the side of my eye?” Freddy begins to move his hands from their position around Anders hold on him and achingly slowly move upwards, Freddy pauses first at Anders bicep squeezing it in his hand, Freddy’s head tilts back a soft groan bubbling from his throat at its solidity. “I’m thinking about this,” Freddy continues to grope upwards reaching Anders shoulders and neck before sliding his palms down to Anders pecs. With a hint of delight Freddy bites his lip and molds his hands around the soft flesh underneath them, causing Anders to let out a soft noise from behind tightly pressed lips. “I’m thinking about these,” Freddy releases Anders, letting up slightly to allow them both to regain a little composure, but his hands continue traveling south and soon are teasingly placed under Anders shirt to sit right on top of his belt but not moving an inch farther. “thinking about how strong you are, how big you are,” Freddy has lowered his voice considerably since he began, and Anders dutifully and without command leans back in to Freddy’s space as he can tell the man is going somewhere with this. Freddy finally speaks again his matter of fact tone betrayed by the heat in his eyes as he says. “I’m thinking about you taking care of me.”
Somehow it’s like taking a blow to the sternum, causing Anders to feel winded as an almost unbearable heat runs through him, and as he slumps forward, desperate for contact with Freddy in any way he can get it, his lips part and he moans loud and deep in Freddy’s ear, the sound reverberating against their chests where they were now pressed tightly together. Anders knew he had started this line of questioning, yet hearing Freddy put a voice to his thoughts, it sends a renewed bolt of molten want and desire through him for this, crazy, capable, beautiful man. Anders hands shift and press between their bodies moving from Freddy’s hips under where his hands still grip Anders belt, to gently skim the lightly defined v that leads to his groin, unable to help the way he nuzzles against Freddy’s cheek his nose tucking into the space behind the mans ear.
“Then let me take care of you Freddy. Please.” Anders voice has gone syrupy sweet and Freddy can barely think before Anders begins to ever so lightly nip and bite at the skin of Freddy’s jaw, laving at it sweetly with his tongue after. “I would be so good to you,” The hands that trace indecipherable patterns on his skin slow as they begin their brief decent, and Freddy can’t help the gasping moan that tumbles out of his mouth as Anders wraps a rough, tan hand around the base of his now completely hardened cock “oh Min Hjerte, you would wake warm in our bed, our limbs still tangled together from the night before,” Anders whispers and squeezes the base of Freddy’s cock when he feels it jump at the implication, and can’t help but smile against his jaw, pressing a few more biting kisses to it as he travels back to Freddy’s lips, leaving the vaguest impression of a kiss against them, so light it has Freddy whining in his throat as Anders begins to speak softly against his mouth. “and then as many times as you’d ask, I would sate you with my body, taking you, over and over again, filling your wanting holes with my cum. Letting you do the same to me.”
Freddy suddenly cannot help the loud whimpering moan those words pull from him, the image is so obscene in his minds eye, that with aching clarity Freddy can see it. A warmly lit room, the dawn not yet peaking through tightly shut curtains, as Anders thoroughly and deliberately sets to ravaging him in a large bed. “Our bed?” Freddy wonders aloud and it makes his cock twitch in Anders hand, leaking precum onto the mans thigh. Anders is triggered into motion by this development unable to hold back a response of his own, both in words and an aborted thrust of his hips, where his clothed but still indecently large, hot, hard cock ruts against Freddy’s hip, displacing the mans hands at his belt up to Anders firm waist, his own hand now trapped between their bodies wrapped around Freddy’s cock that is still steadily leaking.
“Look at how wet you get for me Min kære, does that thought please you?” Anders hand moves in a firm elegant shift up to the crown of Freddy’s cock before pulling off to collect the fluid that had spilled onto his trousers. Anders moves his hand back, to palm at the head and the not small amount of precum beading hypnotically from the tip of Freddy’s cock, before he trails it back along the length in one swift movement. The slick of it allows Anders hand to glide back down to the base with ease. “The thought of me, having you, in our bed,” Anders smirks as he feels Freddy’s cock twitch in confirmation of his theory and begins to stroke deliberately. “And oh how I would have you Freddy, in every way you’d let me.” A strained cry rings from Freddy as Anders hand gradually speeds up, his own hands coming up to grip tightly in Anders shirt.
“You can have me Lassen, fuck, any way you want me, please!” Though before Freddy can find the sweet edge of his release, the hand stops. Freddy’s world is thrown off kilter as Anders growls and leans slightly forward to catch his mouth in a hot biting kiss that has Freddy whining once more this time into the heat of Anders mouth, but just as quickly as it was there, it’s gone again, Anders pulling away at the chest to firmly take both of Freddy’s wrists in one hand maneuvering them above his head and pushing backwards stretching the lean line of Freddy’s body like he would his bow, the other hand planting with his hips against Freddy’s own and pushing him against the rail with a controlled brutality. The action traps Freddy’s cock between their stomachs, Anders erection pulsing with heat through the fabric as it presses against his own almost to the point of pain. All Freddy can do is gasp and squirm as he tries to speak . “Wh- Why’ve you stopped?”
Anders seems content to briefly watch Freddy writhe under him before attempting any kind of explanation, and quickly Freddy wears himself out trying and failing to find stimulation that won’t come. After that short time Anders is apparently satisfied with watching Freddy struggle and finally begins to speak through the low rumbling of his chest.
“Because that is not who I am to you, is it, Min sede? No longer just a member of your crew, your comrade by which you know no other name.” It dawns on Freddy in a flash, twisting his insides with a sticky sweet feeling as he realizes what the other man craves, and shortly following this by coming to the conclusion that Freddy wants nothing more than to give it to him.
“Anders please, touch me. Anything, please.” The plea flows from Freddy’s lips as easily as water through a stream, burbling out of his mouth so quietly he’s not even sure he said it, but Freddy knows Anders has heard him from the way the other man’s grip tightens and relaxes on his hip, though instead of finding his cock once again it shifts up past his waist to his chest where Anders cups Freddy’s pec in his hand, leaning down to nip at the anchor tattoo sitting prettily on Freddy’s breast as he kneads and massages. Anders catches the bud of one dusky nipple between his fingers and rolls it, gently pinching as he goes, causing Freddy to cry out. His own hands labor to get free from Anders grasp, yearning to touch, it’s a desperate exercise in futility. Anders hand and mouth travel up from his chest to his neck, continuing his onslaught of biting, sucking kisses, a soft manic giggle rising from Anders place against his neck as Freddy moans loudly in his ear.
“Tell me what you want Freddy. Use your words Min kære, I know you can do it. So good for me, so sweet.”
Something feral tips the scales in Freddy’s mind at the praise, and he finds he is all too willing to beg this man for permission to touch him. So he does.
“Please, Anders, please. I’ll be so good for you! I promise! Just let me touch you, please!” Freddy is in a stupor by the time the words leave him, the mouth against his neck and the hand caressing his chest cause a distracting tingle, so distracting even that he almost doesn’t realize when Anders lets him go. The vice of Anders hand against his wrist loosens imperceptibly, just enough, Freddy quickly realizes, to wrench his hands free. Bringing them down to cup Anders jaw where it rests at his collarbones, Freddy pulls the man’s face up to look at him, slowly drinking his fill of the view. “Look at you,” Freddy says sounding in awe as he takes his time, observing every detail he can about the man in the drawn out moments he’s chosen to use just to behold all of the beauty that is had by one Anders Lassen. “Bloody lovely, you are.” Anders hopes the pitiful whimper he hears doesn’t come from himself but he suspects it has anyway.
“Do you like that?” Freddy suddenly speaks Anders thoughts aloud, his eyes wide, mouth slack with want and surprise. “Do you like it when I call you lovely?”
Anders finds he can only nod his head trapped in Freddy’s hands, another whine drawn from his throat, as they slowly but surely restart their movement.
“I needed to be sure,” Freddy continues to gaze deeply at Anders, as his hands finally begin to trace the course he’s intended, “That you wanted, well, me, that is,” a deep fearful tension unspools in Anders as Freddy touches him so reverently. “That you craved me,” Roving down from jaw, to neck, to chest, an unhurried touch that has Anders ready to launch himself at Freddy, as the words the other man speaks increase the effect those touches have on him tenfold. “In the same way that I crave you.” Freddy shifts his hands down further until they’re pressed greedily against the incredibly strained fabric of Anders trousers, right over the head of his cock. Freddy moans at the discovery of just how hard Anders has become from this alone, and squeezes at the head of the mans cock gently through his clothes. Anders jerks in Freddy’s grasp the sensation almost overwhelming, his surprise nearly drowning out Freddy’s next words. Nearly, that is. “That’s right, lovely. Just take what I give you. What a good job you’re doing pet.”
A deep, snarling, hungry sound pulls itself from Anders, and he finds he can no longer show restraint for the man in front of him. Anders pitches forward capturing Freddy’s mouth against his, biting and licking like a man starved, only pulling back briefly to breathe after taking his time ravaging Freddy’s slick mouth. Freddy gasps as Anders pulls away but doesn’t let him move an inch, Anders powerful hand clasping at Freddy’s cheeks and jaw holding his mouth open in an obscenely stretched oh that warps as Freddy grins in triumph.
“Oh I see, you like that idea do you?” Freddy listens to Anders growl and laughs as the man hooks his thumb into Freddy’s mouth pressing the pad of it down against his tongue. Briefly entertaining the idea of indulging Anders, Freddy closes his mouth around the digit and sucks, watching as Anders eyes flutter shut and he moans in pleasure. Although before it can get father than that Freddy pulls off, and laughs in Anders face as the man whimpers at the loss.
“That’s what I thought, your not just a hunter are you? No Anders, your something to be tamed.” Freddy watches the ferocity come back at these words as Anders tries in for Freddy’s mouth with his own again, but Freddy turns his head and tsks at him, this small move stopping Anders dead in his tracks. “Your not going to get anywhere with that pet. Try again.”
Anders almost startles back before he realizes the game now in play, eyes glossing over, the grip he’d had on Freddy’s hip and neck going slack, and hands moving to hold his elbows politely behind his back as he nuzzles sweetly against Freddy’s bearded jaw, traveling down to scent his neck, before coming back to Freddy’s ear.
“May I, please? Freddy, can’t I kiss you?” Anders Lassen had said it himself, he was better known as a lover than a fighter, and how better to be known as a lover than to be someone who easily changed with the need of the situation, who could not only make you submit, but who could also submit gladly himself. “I want to make you happy, Freddy, I want to show you, how I can be good. Just for you.”
This rips a noise from Freddy that Anders feels honored to hear, before the man quickly turns into his mouth claiming it thoroughly. A string of spit still connects their mouths when Freddy pulls him back unmercifully, his hand now fisted in Anders hair already yanking. Using the grip in Anders hair Freddy takes the other man swiftly but gently to his knees, heat pooling in Freddy’s gut as Anders drops with no hesitation.
“Go on now Pet, show me how good you can be. Just for me.” The strands of Anders hair between Freddy’s fingers now held tighter, as he guides the other man to the head of his cock. Anders knows where to keep his hands as he leans forward, jaw relaxing and pretty pink tongue lolling out of his mouth. Taking himself in hand, Freddy places just the head of his cock against Anders tongue, thrusting against it and into Anders inviting mouth. It seems Anders knows just what to do, wrapping his lips around Freddy and moaning sweetly, sucking as he opens to the blunt head of Freddy’s cock. Freddy starts slowly, deep gentle thrusts, that he can hear filling Anders throat.
Freddy can’t hold back the loud noises of pleasure Anders pulls from him, staring down to watch enraptured as Anders takes each thrust with an ease that can only be recognized as experience. The thought of Anders like this for anyone but Freddy sends a hollow bolt of jealousy through the man that Freddy knows he has no right to feel. Then Anders leans in to the thrusts, moaning devilishly as he buries his face against Freddy’s hip bone and nuzzles at the thick dark hair of his groin. And just like that the thought is gone. With a sharp tug at his hair Freddy attempts to warn Anders of what’s to come, but this only spurs Anders into action, he takes Freddy to the hilt, and swallows once, twice, before Freddy tenses under his ministrations. Anders pulls back leaving just the head in his mouth, aching to taste Freddy as he comes undone.
Praise aches to spill from Freddy’s chest, but at this point there’s nothing Freddy can imagine keeping from Anders, and so it is released.
“Oh pet, you’ve done so well for me, thank you my love. My good boy, you did so well. Might have to keep you forever.” Freddy pulls Anders slowly off his cock the grip in the light hair going slack and Freddy nearly falls backwards off the boat at the sight of Anders swallowing his cum, “Oh. Fuck. Come here,” Grabbing Anders by his jaw and neck Freddy pulls him up into a kiss, licking into his mouth to taste himself on that incredibly hot tongue. Pulling away with a gasp Freddy looks Anders deeply in the eye, caressing his jaw. “Anything you want pet, it’s yours. Ask me, and it’s yours.”
“Freddy, I want... I want you to keep me forever.” Anders leans in again, and pleads it against Freddy’s mouth, causing the mans mind to go thoroughly blank. Then Anders is closing his mouth in a thin line, as if about to take it all back. Freddy can’t let that happen, so he does the only thing he can think of and lunges at Anders, covering his mouth in a hungry kiss. They don’t stop until Freddy pulls back gasping for air.
“Of course, pet, I said anything, didn’t I?” On the way to pick up Apple on La Palma Gus had made a crack at Lassen, ‘Try not to be greedy, you do have a reputation.’ Gus had joked with a smile, but now Freddy knew. There was nothing this man could want of him that wouldn’t be given gladly.