Captain

Troubled Waters (Knox)

"Holy shit," Aaron gasped. His mouth gaped in surprise as the phone screen laminated the curves of his skin. Knox stared at him from the foot of the bed. Aaron's eyes widened in a cinch then he clamored off the mattress. He propelled towards Knox, shoved the phone in his hands, and then circled to his back in a frantic excited manner Knox found distasteful but his attention was swiftly stolen immediately when his eyes caught his phone screen.

"Holy fucking shit," He repeated. Knox dropped his phone as if it had burned him in a full-degree, wiper-slapped shock.

It took everything in him not to scream and stumble back. It was by sheer will that he stayed planted on his feet. He cracked his neck to the left to look at Aaron whose face was right next to his, breathing hard with a slight chuckle from his throat. Their eyes connected with the same skeptical emotion blaring in their irises. Aaron grinned and cupped the back of Knox's neck with his hand and shook him. Knox's gut twisted into a knot and his throat tightened.

"It's huge, mate,"

A big thick veiny dick was just on bright display on his screen, standing hard and curved up—offensively so. Knox's eyes tracked back to the screen and he stared at the round pink tip. He couldn't help trailing down the side with an anguish unknown. It was thick, more so than long but yet it seemed massive from the angle Victor took the picture. The man was holding it at the base while pushing his hips forward, getting the whole sensual shot of his chest and abs down to a hard cock. Knox found himself swallowing a burning lump down his throat. It felt like vile acid was slithering down into his abdomen. His brows furrowed and he felt breathless.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Aaron laughed. "Now this is where it really starts!"

Knox turned, grabbed the man by his shirt collar and punched him in the face. Aaron yelped in pain, stumbled back and groaned.

"What the fuck!"He exclaimed while holding his face. His eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. His gaze narrowed at Knox. Knox stared at him and Aaron stared back for a minute. The air pulsed with mixed emotions Knox didn't dare comprehend. He could hear his heartbeat wildly going at his ribcage in his chest. Aaron's eyes flickered over him with strained patience but then the man straightened and smirked.

"Liked what you saw huh? Couldn't handle it? What did you feel from seeing such a big dick?" Aaron stalked forward and stared down into Knox's face when he came to a halt right on his toes.

"Did it stimulate your taste buds? Mess with your mind?"

Aaron's hands lifted as if it was aiming to touch Knox's face but he slapped it away and stepped out of the man's offensive pressure.

He snarled then opted to ignore him then shifted on his heels towards the phone. He reached for it but he halted right as his fingers touched the screen. The shock was so overwhelming from the picture that none of them registered that this was their captain, giving them a show of his privates, a full-on nude. It was obscene.

It was wrong.

"Fuck," he whispered in pained cluelessness on what to respond. What was he supposed to say to a nude? Of his captain no less?

The caption was even more aggravating and desperately tilted his mind out of wack.

"It's not rocket science, just give me the phone," Aaron said, reaching to take it from Knox once again but he slapped the man's arm away.

"You've done enough,"

"I got the ball rolling and now you're gonna make me miss all the fun?" Aaron scowled as he reached for the phone again but Knox moved it out of his grasp. He turned and ran into the bathroom then slammed the door shut, and clicked the lock.

"Knox! Mate!"

Knox turned his back to the door and then sighed.

"Shit!"

"You should text back, "Do you want me to lick it, Daddy" and you'll see the magic just happen. I know he has a daddy kink. I just know he does," Aaron shouted from beyond the door.

"Can you just shut the fuck up!" Knox yelled.

The room went quiet for a singular minute before he heard chuckles slowly entering his eardrums.

"I'm going for duty," Aaron breathed out, "sometimes you and the captain are so fucking similar,"

Then he heard the room door slam shut and everything just zoomed into focus. He was clutching the phone tightly in his palms. Knox turned the phone around and once again, he was assaulted by the sheer size of Victor's cock. The breathless feeling slammed into him again and he closed his eyes in painful terror because he was thoroughly fucked if Victor ever figured out he was Sandra.

Victor was a very private man. Knox knew that from years of watching him barely showing skin past his chest to anyone in the team.

Many of his friends use to joke and comment that he probably had a small dick, but oh were they so wrong. Knox's hand trembled as it came up to cover his mouth. His eyebrow arched at Victor's huge hand covering the shaft. He didn't want to admit he was staring at the picture a bit too long and he needed to respond.

But what the fuck was he supposed to say? He started typing.

Sandra: well you're quite well-endowed...

"No, fuck, no," Knox hissed at himself and erased the message.

Sandra: do you want me to lick it, Daddy?

"Shit," He whizzed again, too keyed up to even think straight. Anything he had to say sounded unnatural and wrong because this was wrong. All of this was bad. He was leading himself into an early grave. He was about to erase the message but then he accidentally pressed send instead of the back button, shattering all chance of remaining civil and right.

"Oh god," he exclaimed as the message was delivered right before his eyes in real time and he stumbled back into the door but even worse just slapped him across the face.

It switched to read.

Knox turned off his phone without missing a breath and stood straight then looked at himself in the mirror. He peered at his face in complete and horrific terror —he was fucked. He was so fucked.

There was no explanation for the small amount of sweat he was working up from just breathing harder than usual. There was also no explanation for the horrid visceral quantitative fear he was feeling. It was steaming through him.

How could he ever look Victor in the eye ever again without cringing? Knox wasn't the best at hiding his emotions. Shit.

Knox jolted when the static of the intercom went off and echoed through the bathroom. He looked up in shock.

"Lieutenant Knox, please report to me,"

"Now,"