Luke gathered his crew into the "War Room" as Jon liked to call it. It's been ten days since Brock spilled one of his worst memories and much to his dismay they made him the boatswain. He didn't want to hold their lives in his hands but he couldn't get the words out. Brian and Tyler got the roles of Master Gunner and Master Carpenter, respectively, after Jon tested them in various different categories. Jon may or may not have fucked with them for the sake of his pride. On the other hand, Ryan almost immediately regretted Luke's decision when Brian, Scotty, and Marcel got along a little too well. They kept the pranking between the three of themselves but every once and a while it would leak out and snag other crew members. Mostly Ryan or Brock get the brunt of the storm.
But now they were all sitting around a large table with an unfinished topographical map fused to it. On it, the waves were drawn sharper on the area known to be dangerous waters for normal commercial ships. Islands clustered together at the center as if clamoring for warmth. They were labeled "Portum Domini Impiarum Animarum" Haven of the Damned as dubbed by the Republic.
They've been stuck in the humid room debating the best course of action. Everything that was suggested was too dangerous. Luke went over what little information Brock could give them. It looked like the only way to get there under the radar was with a cover, but the trick was finding an irritable one. Luke knew what Ryan was thinking, it was plain as day. "Use the doctor as a distraction. They're basically gods to isolated Navy convoys." Luke could hear his father in his head trying to justify the action.
But no matter the reason, Luke couldn't bear to give the command. Ryan was staring him down with almost malicious intent; the tension between them was so thick you could cut it with a butter knife.
Luke broke, "No." deadpanned to signify the end of their mental conversation but Ryan had other plans. "Simply put and to the point, well done Captain. But unfortunately, I wasn't asking." Ryan snarled back.
The room fell silent. While Luke and Ryan were often thought of like the mom and dad of the group, it was evident that they had some tension between the two of them that needed some resolving. Now what the crew couldn't figure out was whether or not it was sexual or homicidal. They argued back and forth with intense fury; slowly creeping towards each other:
L: You could get hurt.
R: So could you.
L: We would be without a doctor.
R: I'll refer you to a good one before I go.
L: What if you get caught?
R: I'll teach Marcel the basics and take Tyler with me.
L: What if you kill someone?
R: You act like I haven't already.
L: What if you get killed?
R: I'm a pirate now, it's an occupational hazard.
L: I don't want you to go.
R: Neither do I but I'd rather it be me than you.
Face to face almost nose to nose, Luke could see the sincerity and warmth that had been there when Ryan first joined him. The man in front of him, always wearing that damned mask so no one could see him smile. The freckles dusted on his cheeks and nose, where roses bloomed and blossomed when Luke was ever with him alone. Hazel eyes and beautiful long, dark eyelashes. Everything seemed to be in high definition this close. So much so, he just couldn't say no, not to Ryan that is. Not his doctor.
Luke huffed, turning back to the table and rest of the crew with a scowl. The plan was simple enough to mapped out now that they had their cover. Ryan would write to Talbot, whatever lie he had, to get an invite to the island. Then he would take Marcel and Tyler with him to greet the general, take care of the people, anything to stall them until sundown. All the while Luke would take everyone else with him to the docks. There they would wreak all kinds of havoc. When the meeting was adjourned a few members lingered behind to see how the scene would play out. That is until Luke barked out an order at them to get back to work.
The day was still young and there was much to do if they wanted to do this in a timely manner. It was a fool's errand to try and take him out in one go but they'll whittle his force down just enough to make themselves a viable threat. "It's the small things that win the wars." Luke quickly pushed away from the voice of his father again. For now, he needed to teach Ryan how to hold his own in a fight without any weapons.
And that he did, for six hours straight, Luke and Ryan ran different maneuvers until it was almost dinner time. "You can't half-ass this. You need to be prepared." Luke snapped. "I know, I know. I'm trying my best here." Ryan whined. It had to be the hardest he had trained in years.
Suddenly, Luke pushed Ryan against the wall for emphasis. "You can't lose focus. It's not going to be me out there. You'll seriously get hurt and," Ryan was done hearing how he'll fuck up.
In retaliation, Ryan swept Luke's right leg out from under him as he pushed hard on his chest, effectively taking both men down into a heap on the floor. Ryan landed on top of Luke's lap with a harsh thump, earning a groan of pain from the man. Taking the opportunity to prove his point, Ryan pinned Luke's hands to the War room floor and leaned in to whisper, "Now tell me, how was I gonna get hurt?" he was so confident he even let his grip loose.
But Luke had other plans. As soon as he could, Luke went to lift Ryan off of his lap. But at some point, his shirt rode up and Luke's hand made skin to skin contact with Ryan's hip. This caused the doctor to make a kind of squeak, wide-eyed and doubled over on to Luke's chest. Without realizing it both men's hearts quickened, the feelings they had preferred to keep under wraps were spilling out. Luke could help but reach down to the revealed skin and hold Ryan closer, hoping to hear some sort of reaction, but the moan that slipped out of Ryan wasn't the one he expected. Ryan almost teared up at how embarrassed he was. He knew he was touch starved but now wasn't really the time, not when he was literally laying on the captain. He didn't want to finally put a name to the feelings that had been present for so long. Luke, on the other hand, began to give Ryan gentle, soothing touches that only brought out more, now muffled noises.
"Oh Doctor, when was the last time you got laid?" Luke's teasing tone made Ryan want to smack the man at full force but with that hand gently rubbing downwards the most he could do was let out an angry moan. The touches from those hands were relentless and Ryan's tears began to fall.
Both men couldn't deny the arousal they felt, especially since they could both feel how hard they made each other already. "You're the only man to ever touched me like this to make me feel like this so shut up" Ryan's voice wavered, unable to stand it anymore he just leaned up and moaned right in his Captain's ear, "Luke please"
Luke just flipped their positions and finally, their lips locked in a heated kiss, both doing their best to take their clothes off. There's no more denial, no more hiding, just pure love, and lust rushing through both of them. Luke quickly leaned down to mark his Doctor's neck, hoping to make it dark enough to last days. He hoped it would make Ryan remember tonight for a long while. The pleasure from just a mark was already so good to Ryan, he could feel the heightened sensations ripping through his body. Ryan's mind felt like it was being drowned in nothing but Luke, every inch of bare skin touching was so good. They got lost in each other but both obviously wanted more so Luke left the warm contact in search of the oil kept in the War room table. The Doctor was at such a loss he did the only thing his mind could think of, position himself in a way Luke couldn't resist.
When the Captain finally found the bottle of oil and turned back around he saw a sight that only made his blood rush downwards. Ryan sat on the floor, legs bent and spread wide as the man slowly stroked himself. Normally the man would have died before ever displaying himself like this, but it was the only thing he could think of that would get Luke back over to him as quickly as possible in his lust clouded mind. It certainly worked wonders, the Captain pinned his new lover to the ground and Ryan reveled in the touch and taste again.
Luke was extremely eager, but he knew to treat partners well before the main event so he took the time to prep Ryan down there. He definitely didn't mind waiting, Luke's cock is way too big to handle only the first try. The fingers were definitely uncomfortable and strange but the more time passed the more Ryan only grew to want more and more. If those skilled fingers were already making him feel pressure then what could that big cock do?
The prep was finally done and the sensation of the head of Luke's lubed cock slipping into Ryan was enough to make him see stars. Luke eased in and only stopped when he's bottomed out. "Luke please, I need time to adjust. I'm being stretched so much and I feel too full!" Ryan whined, still completely unashamed. Thankful for Luke's patience Ryan gave him the signal that he was ok to move again. The feeling of slow thrusting had made him breathless. He could tell Luke has had plenty of experience with this in his past.
But Ryan needed more, the slow careful pace quickly wasn't enough for him. It almost teased him to the point of frustration. However Luke continued to be cautious and attentive to his dear doctor. Something protective had blossomed in him that stops Luke from being fully committed. Ryan, on the other hand, was done being treated like he was something fragile or made of glass so he took matters into his own hands.
Ryan had gotten sexually frustrated enough to flip Luke right under him to sit on his thick dick and move faster. Luke could only look up at his man with awe, taking in how lewd every inch of his body was. The bearded man decided to bite new marks onto the fair skin of his other as Ryan rode slowly, starting to tire.
The pleasure, the strain of his muscles, it was exhausting him and so his caring lover flipped him back over and fucked him into oblivion. Each thrust only built more pleasure upon the last and they quickly arrived close to the edge. Ryan desperately left his own marks on his captain, he wants to leave plenty of reminders of their blissful time together. Ryan started to tear up as the precipice grew closer and closer while Luke's thrusts got sloppier. Both looked at each other's eyes as it happened, all of their cum dribbling onto Ryan's body.
There was a knock on the door swiftly after they calmed down. They scrambled to their feet and quickly rearranged themselves. Brock walks in red in the face and avoiding eye contact to say "dinner's ready," and scurries out of the room never uttering another word. At dinner, the crew gave them and each other side the side glances as everyone gathered together. Luke and Ryan sat closer than usual, too intimate to be nothing new. Luke gave Ryan light touches to the wrist and hands, and for once he didn't flinch away but leaned in and embraced it.
That's what breaks the silence. Brian couldn't contain himself anymore despite Brock's warning looks he said it. "So did you two have fun?" Wiggling his eyebrows in emphasis. There was an uproar in opposition from their surrounding friends. And though the disgruntled members argued back and forth about wanting anything to do with the elephant in the room, the around the table became less stifling and judgmental. Despite being berated by everyone, especially Brock, Brian couldn't stop being curious. And if you twisted their arms the crew would have admitted they were too.
Well, all except for Jon who was seconds away from running out of the room screaming with his hands over his ears. All eyes were turned to the Captain and his Doctor, silence fell once again now with anticipation. "Well, was t'a Captain t'at good?" Brian once lacking a filter, earning himself a smack upside the head from Brock. Ryan didn't even blink, and answered without hesitation, "Yes," he said simply. Luke couldn't help but preen at that.
Cheers and laughter rang out as the everyone teased the two. Marcel and Scotty were relieved, Brian was shocked into silence, Brock though embarrassed was happy for them, and Tyler was just a little disgusted but not as bad as he had been when he caught them. All the while Jon was groaning and banging his head on the table. Everything was as it should be that night. The impending battle wasn't so noticeable as it hung over their heads, like swords ready to fall at any moment.
