Captain

Beyond The Right Territories (Victor)

Victor shot up from his bed. His phone almost fell out of his hands from the abrupt motion. He caught it swiftly with one hand, while the other clutched the edge of his bed tight. He exhaled and stared at the request. His eyebrows knotted on his forehead and his lips pursed in confusion. The message was out of the blue, quite frankly, something he would have never seen coming.

A picture with his shirt off?

Victor swung his foot off the bed and stood up. If he had still been fooled that it was Sandra behind his phone screen, and not Knox, he would have been excited. His heart would have raced and he would have been all too happy to give her a show of his well-defined, toned chest and abdomen—maybe, showing her a little more downwards into his slacks. He would have even flexed a little bit but because he knew who was asking, it threw him off his centre, even more so than he already was.

Why was the man asking for something like that? What would he even do with a picture of him with his shirt off?

The more Victor went on with this ruse, going along with this fucking dumb relationship, the bountiful more questions just erupted in his mind. He found himself these days increasingly pensive and lost. What messed him up even more was that the answer to all his questions was normally right there, looking all innocent and clueless in his immediate vicinity.

It fucked with him to the point that sleep eluded him. Victor couldn't help his eyes trailing the man and just watching him move around deck, in training or meetings. His heightened awareness of the man was caging his other thoughts. His mind couldn't fathom or bring up a valid reason why and that curiosity mixed with anger caused an array of new habits.

Nowadays, it was being too inclined to notice the fool's slightest actions.

One particular weird thing he noticed was how the man would just stop at the edge of the ship's deck and gaze down at the sea with sadness clinging to his shoulders. Victor wasn't one to watch a man, do anything. He was too busy with his problems and duties to find that time but regardless, beyond reason, he had no other choice but to stop and see what the man was doing. Victor hated to admit that he just stared at the man sea-watching behind a wall, hiding in plain sight. It felt terrible but his foot wouldn't move and leave Knox to himself. If the man decided to throw himself over the edge, it would do him a favour.

For a minute, he became upset that the man didn't even notice he had been there, so lost in his thoughts and melancholy, that there wasn't even a single glance his way. It was a sign of a lack of awareness of his surroundings. If Victor was an enemy, Knox would have been dead yet that was the better side of the horrific feeling of morbid curiosity that was nipping at his ankles. His rise in interest in the money-hungry incompetent idiot was haunting.

Victor knew it was his brain working overtime, trying to comprehend the situation he continued to entertain but again, he was being thrown askew. Victor's head was blaring with thoughts as he pranced about the room, wondering what to respond, since, the request had to be denied.

He had no problem sending a picture with his shirt off to Knox since most of his teammates have seen him bare-chested countless times but the context was weird. This was sexual. Victor knew the request was very sexually charged.

He felt breathless. The first blaring thought in his head was to say, "fuck no," in reply but his other thought—his other dangerous thought was to do it. Give the man a show. Give him what he was asking for.

He already decided to go along with this fuckery, so there would be no reason to decline. Victor threw the phone on his bed and tugged his shirt off over his head. His heart was beating a little faster for some reason. He took a look around his large room hoping someone wasn't watching him. It felt odd, doing this, something he never usually did. It was out of character and since he knew who he was sending it to, a hot prickling stab was at the pit of his stomach and he had to exhale before he continued.

It was just sending a picture yet he felt like he was handing an enemy ammo to shoot him with.

He lifted the camera over his head, swallowed the deep anguish from doing this down and snapped the photo. A sliver of doubt entered him as he stared at his biceps, and abs, wondering if it was attractive enough.

Was it hot enough?

The thought was so fucking wrong and abrupt that he spluttered at it. He pressed send and threw the phone on the bed as if he was holding fire in his hands. It might as well have burned him. He tugged his shirt back on and decided it was time to put on his uniform and go back to work. He needed to focus on something else other than Knox's reason for trying to fuck with him like this, even though he knew it was fruitless.

He could try and he would damn well would. He had no idea how long Knox was going to keep this up. Victor wanted to see how long he would but if the conversations were going to go beyond a territory he couldn't stomach, then could he?

Could he keep it up? He wasn't even enjoying this at all. It was just building the anger he already had into a simmering volcano.  It was getting hard to even look at Knox and not see a mocking smile on his lips even though he looked just as boyish and lost with those wide brown eyes of his as usual. 

"Fuck," he snapped, "Fuck this."

The calm Victor normally had was leaking out of him like a tap when he thought of Knox and it was hard to control it the more he kept up with this ruse. Victor was about to walk away from his phone when it pinged. He stopped in his tracks. His heart thumped vividly in his chest from that single sound. He snapped his eyes to the side to look at the offending device wondering if he should check, if he should allow it to venture far beyond what it already was.

As fucked up as it already is.

He had no better judgement. He opened the message with a fervour he never knew he possessed.

Sandra:  You were hot in your pictures but goddamn, Victor. You're so sexy. you're fine as fuck.

Victor stared at the message. His facial expressions didn't move as he took every word in. He blinked slowly, wondering what crack the man was on, to be able to even say such a thing to his captain of all people. Victor wondered what expression was on his face while he was typing that out. Was he laughing? Was he smirking?

Victor shoved his pants off and stepped out of it. Now he was angry again. He was feeling that ugly overstimulating rage pumping through his veins once again and his mind was clouding with the thought of flipping the table on Knox. If the man wanted to make a joke out of him then he would give him something to choke on. He damn well deserved it.

Victor opened his camera. He reached down and held his cock in his hands up, pressing his thumb over the head. He hissed at the feeling of his fingers wrapping around it. It pulsed in his palm from the rush he was feeling from this fucked up situation.  He snapped a photo of it and inhaled a breath, feeling it twitch from the action. He brought up his keyboard.

Victor: If you like my chest so much, darling, then you're going to like this even more.