Better than We've Had (boyxboy)

Chapter Six

Sebastian's POV

Oh how glad I was to have my William back at my side. I recognized the straight laced sailor immediately upon seeing him upon Intrepid. To say I was shocked to see my little sailor was an understatement and the thought of recreating our night on land together all those weeks ago had my chest fluttering with mirth.

That one experience with him ranked up with my finest of memories. His gentle, almost unsure touches that tickled my flesh like the most delicate of butterfly kisses. The tender brush off his lips against mine. Everything about him was gentle. The way his cock worked up a slow almost lazy peace inside of me only added to this genuine gentleness he possessed. One night and I was hooked... but alas, duty called and I had to return to the ship. That should have been the end of it, but then my gentle lover decided to enter into the lions' den that it's the Intrepid as the sailing master.

It took everything in me not to ravish him on the spot. After all, he had the chance to feel what it was like to take me completely and I very much wanted to return that favor. I was nothing if not a courteous and versatile lover, I wanted to enjoy my partner in all ways.

After our most recent fuck in the alley outside of that seedy brothel I began to notice a change in William. A change that worried me greatly. Over the course of a fortnight I watched him go from his laid back content self to someone who looked more and more like the walking dead. His appearance became increasingly disheveled, hair and clothing a mess, and large bags forming under those beautiful blue eyes. The most frightening thing I learned was that he wasn't eating. I asked Cookie about it, voicing my concerns about William's unsettling behavior. He told me he was worried as well because more often than not the man would suit at one of those lunch tables on his break and just stare ahead, dazed, never touching his food.

I had been watching William's position closet the last few days worried about how his job would be affected by his worsening condition. That's why I want too surprised when, during the highest heat of the day, there was a sudden jerk in the usually smooth sailing ship and I looked up to see William had fainted. Worry lurched at my insides and I cried out in alarm before swiftly making my way over to him.

Seeing no other option I swiftly got my brother to steer the ship and took William to see Wesley.

Wesley did most of his doctor work on the mess tables in the canteen, they worked well for amputations, so that's where I took William. I managed to rouse him and he was sitting unsteadily at the table while Wesley looked for whatever had caused him to faint.

"As far as I can tell, it's just plain exhaustion," he looked over at William accusingly, masking the undertone of his worry well. "Have you not been sleeping well?"

A little color drained from William's already paler than usual complexion. "No," he barely whispered out.

"Why not?" Wesley asked fishing for more information.

William's lips couldn't have gotten sealed tighter if I'd sewn them shut. Whatever the reason for his sleeplessness, he didn't want Wesley or me knowing.

Seeing he'd no sooner get something out of William than he would a goat, Wesley said instead, "Fine but you're on bed rest until I deem you fit to navigate the ship."

At the prescribed treatment William blanched. I found his reaction particularly strange for someone so desperately in need of sleep.

The carpenter then turned to me, "I trust you'll make sure he gets to his room."

I nodded and ushered a protesting William towards his sleeping area.

I opened the door to his room and immediately slammed it shut after getting a whiff of the most pungent odor ever.

"Fuck," I spat out, "what the hell was that smell?'

William remained unusually quiet.

"Was that piss?"

He took a shuddering breath in and looked at me with such undisguised misery that I felt my heart aching.

"Mark saw me in the alley."

"And he's been pissing in your room?" I boomed out in rage.

He flinched at my loud exclamation and I immediately felt bad.

"On my bed," William clarified.

"Where have you been sleeping?" I asked even though I already knew the answer.

"The floor," he whispered.

I ushered him away from the room.

"Where are we going?" he asked worry seeping into his voice.

"You're sleeping in my room for now," I answered sternly leaving no room for contradiction.

Still William tried to get me to change my mind. He tried to get me to let him be saying Mark would find out of my involvement and make my life hell too.

"I don't care about that sick fuck. I care about you feeling better," I pushed him down onto my bed and tucked him in like a babe. His head no sooner hit the pillow than he was out like a lamp. I understood that William wanted to protect me from the he'll he was going through but it killed me to see him being tormented in any way. I kissed his forehead and left my room already planning on stringing Mark a nice new hammock made from piss stained sheets.