50 Shaydes of Haytham.

Chapter 3: Training.

"Ah, there you are Shay." The familiar sound of Haytham's voice echoing behind him. Shay turned to face the other Templar. "Grandmaster" He greeted with a small nod. "I thought a walk 'round the ship would do me good, sir".

"Quite" Haytham replied putting his hands behind his back starting to walk slow, expecting shay to follow. Shay got the idea and walked alongside the Grandmaster. "We will be arriving at port tomorrow, once there a carriage will be waiting to take out bags straight home. We will stop halfway at an inn for food and a drink. Unless you want to make more frequent stops." Haytham added, looking slightly towards Shay enough to see his reaction, the other man blushed slightly.

Shay tried to push the thoughts for Haytham wanting to jump into bed with him aside and think normally. "Sure, depends how rough the journey is sir." The two made their way topside. Shay noticed a circle of chalk on the floor. "Sir, why is there chalk on the floor?" Shay asked confused. "For training" Haytham put bluntly, he nodded at the captain who nodded back. "I've made and arrangement with the captain to have an hour on deck to ourselves to train as we haven't done so for a while. The captain had dropped anchor and was making his way below deck to give the two some privacy.

Haytham made his way inside the circle and drew his sword and pointed it in Shay's direction. "Are you game?" Haytham asked. "O'course sir." Shay replied drawing his sword and stepping into the ring. The two circled inside the ring like sharks waiting for someone to go first, it was Shay who decided to take the first swing aiming at Haytham's stomach. Haytham brought his sword down and across, hitting Shay's sword out of the way, he recovered and swung back at Shay aiming for the shoulder, Shay jumped back. He then lunged forward with his sword towards the Grandmaster taking him by surprise, Haytham tried to step backwards, his hat fell and shay had slashed his sleeve barely missing his arm, a small line of red marked his cut sleeve.

Haytham's eyes narrowed menacingly at Shay. Shay slightly taken aback at the look slightly dropped his guard giving the other man the opportunity to make another attempt, Shay came back to his senses and just about blocked, Haytham was taking a step towards Shay with each strike attempt, Shay blocking every advance. The sound of steel on steel sounded the otherwise quiet deck. Shay decided to change things up, he waited till Haytham was about to attack again and he stepped sideways making the Grandmaster slash at nothing but air, he looked round at the Irishman in surprise at the change of tactic but before he could do anything back Shay had struck haytham's hip with the blunt side of his sword, hard. Haytham grimaced slightly. "Well done Shay" Haytham called, both men stopping to catch their breaths. After a short break the fight continued with the sound of swords clashing again.

Haytham had that menacing look towards Shay again but this time it seemed different, almost darker... Haytham lunged at Shay with a powerful strike that put shay off balance, he struck again smacking the sword from his hand and outside the ring. Shay regained his balance and adopted an unarmed fighting stance. Haytham swung again, Shay dodging and grabbing his sword arm and quickly bringing it behind Haytham's back, he yelped and dropped his own sword. After clattering to the floor Shay kicked it out of the ring. Both men were now unarmed.

both men were now swinging punches at each other, both men dodging, blocking and countering the other's moves. Haytham noticed Shay was beginning to tire. It was Haytham's turn to lunge at Shay, he didn't anticipate Haytham would use his own move against him. It knocked shay to the ground, the Grandmaster used this advantage to pounce on Shay, who was now on the floor with Grandmaster of the Templar Order on top of him. Shay blushed profusely again. Haytham had his hands either side of Shay's head, caging him underneath him. "Best be more careful Shay." Haytham teased. Shay felt his member stiffen again. Haytham noticed it, felt it even. Haytham's own member betrayed him and started to harden above Shay. Both of their cocks pressing against fabric and touching each other. Haytham grinded his hips slightly, Shay had to suppress a moan as he squirmed underneath Haytham.

Both men heard noises of the crew coming up onto deck, their hour of training was over. Haytham got up, retrieved his sword and sheathed it. He turned to Shay who was still on the ground, erection evident and proud. "We arrive at port in a few hours, make sure your belonging are packed, afterwards you have free time." He bent down and picked up his hat, his erection too was evident, he held his hat low to hide his tented trousers. Haytham begun to make his way below deck. Shay got up finally and put a hand to his groin again and hurried after the Grandmaster for some reason. When he got below deck, he looked left and right for the other man but could not find him, instead he went to their room to pack.

Shay got into their room, shut the door and sat on Haytham's bed. He pulled his case from under the bed and began packing. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Shay threw an item of clothing over his groin and answered the person on the other side of the door. "Come in." The door opened and the Captain spoke. "Have a good training session?" He asked, Shay's member stiffened a little bit more underneath the item of clothing. "Yes, it was good. Great to get the muscles working again" he trailed off. The Captain only chuckled. "We will be arriving on land in an hour or so." Shay thanked him with a nod and watched as the Captain walked out and shut the door. He moved the item of clothing away and looked down... He has to remedy this again. He got up and made his way to the door and towards his private place.

- Small time skip. -

Shay moved the rug out the way and opened the trap door. As he descended he heard a shuffle. Rats? Big rats? Shay thought. He looked around and began unbuttoning his trousers, suddenly something went behind him and tried to put a hand over his mouth, he grabbed the hand and turned to face the person, turning their hand in the process. It was Haytham. Why would Haytham be down he- oh... Shay was flush against Haytham, he felt his erection that was till there like his own. He's here for the same reason I am. Shay thought.

"Hello Shay" Haytham breathed in his ear.