A Lesson in Seamanship by Clonesgirl
Part III: Lessons in Delight
As Hornblower's arms rose to embrace him, Edward Pellew, a man not inexperienced in the ways of love, yet found himself clinging to his dear young officer as to a line in a storm while the boy pressed soft kisses to his cheeks.
"Oh, sir!" Hornblower whispered somewhat breathlessly.
"What is it? Ask me anything you wish."
"Sir, may I kiss you?"
"You may, Mr Hornblower. You may." He smiled.
Pellew observed the lovely, dark eyes watching his mouth and as the sweet, full lips touched his own his heart ached at the gentleness the boy bestowed on him.
Hornblower pulled back a little. "Did I do it right, sir?"
"Excellent, Mr Hornblower. Carry on, sir."
As the soft lips once more returned to his own, he found the boy's delicate kisses inflaming him, his manhood now swollen in his breeches. However, he was determined to let the lad discover the delights of love at his own pace and not devour him, much as his treacherous body demanded otherwise. Time enough for that later, he vowed, this time returning the kiss as their lips met once more, delighting in the boy's ardour and knowing that it was full well a match for his own.
"Something amiss, Mr Hornblower?" Pellew inquired most solicitously as a soft moan escaped the lovely mouth once more, and knowing full well nothing was amiss except for the sudden shock of physical need; a need that could indeed be frightening if one were unused to it. He realised that he would have to take care with the lad.
"Oh, no, sir!" was the fervent reply. "It is... delightful!"
"Quite so, Mr Hornblower!" He was smiling openly and no longer cared. No more hiding, he vowed, refusing to feel guilt for his actions. "Quite so."
Edward Pellew felt his soul soar. The next kiss he opened his mouth a little, only to have the gesture immediately returned. The boy was indeed a keen student. As he used his tongue to probe the warm, wet depths of the other's sweet mouth he felt the reaction immediately, a gasp and shudder that momentarily shook the long, beautiful body in his arms. But then the darling boy's arms held him tighter, his mouth opening more, inviting his Captain to thoroughly ravish it. Bodies clasped together, the hardness at their groins causing mutual delight and a delicious ache that drove them to seek further pleasures.
As Captain Pellew found his mouth filled with the inquisitive tongue of his most excellent officer, he groaned deep in his throat. However, Hornblower, believing he might have done something wrong, pulled back from the kiss.
"Oh, forgive me, sir!" he panted. "Have I hurt you?"
"Sir, if you should injure me in any way you shall be the first to know!"
Hornblower smiled. "In that case then, sir..." Without further ado he resumed his kisses, delighting in his Captain's explorations as first his upper lip, then lower were duly explored inside and out before being sucked on in most amorous fashion.
Exquisite! Edward Pellew decided. He had thought that kissing his dear young officer's lush lips would be sweet but the reality was far beyond his imagining. Hornblower's lips were simply made for kisses, he decided, while proving the point again and again, adoring the sweet mouth with delicate touches of lips and tongue.
Yearning for more touch, more stimulation, Hornblower found that his Captain's hands were on his uniform and his coat was removed and hung over a chair. The vest and shirt came next and his Captain was now undoing his breeches and drawers, sliding all remaining clothing off him until it pooled in a soft heap on the deck.
The most gorgeous sight Edward Pellew had ever beheld stood bare and beautiful before him, a soft smile on his much-kissed mouth and his proud manhood jutting, pointing directly toward his senior officer. As his fascinated eyes wandered the smooth form, he noted the sweep of the broad shoulders, the smooth skin of chest and belly, the small and delightful brown nipples, the long powerful legs and slender hips.
"My God!" he heard himself murmur, gazing on the site before him as though committing it to memory forever. Allowing his eyes to roam from head to toe, he drank in the male beauty before him, lingering on the sight of the rampant shaft with it's thick crown of dark curls. All that he desired stood before him, begging for his touch, and all he wished was to feast on it.
Drawn to the sweet innocence of the flesh as a compass is to north, Edward Pellew knelt before it, his hands moving to stroke the hardness of the hipbones and the long length of smooth thighs, before wandering higher to the softness of the inner thigh. Lord, but it was a desirable sight that stood before him in all the young man's innocence and need. A chaste young beauty ripe for the taking! he thought. But there would be no harsh plundering here. No, never. How could there be when his heart was involved? Oh, he intended to ravish him all right and long before morning the darling boy's innocence would be lost and this courageous young man would be his.
Reaching out, he touched the swollen balls, feeling their weight. Desiring more, he leaned closer, nuzzling in the crisp, black coils of the pubic hair as the clean salty musk scent of his beloved assaulted his nostrils. He hungered now, body aching, as gentle hands fluttered through his hair, stroking lightly and soothing him.
The tall column of flesh lured him like a magnet and he could not believe its earthy beauty. How he ached to take it in his mouth and tease it and taste it and drive his lover wild.
As he rose to his feet, the hands in his hair slid to his shoulders, the incredible smile that turned up the corners of the full lips tempting him to kiss them once more, tongues duelling as Hornblower's arms enfolded him in all his naked warmth.
"Mr Hornblower?" God, he was so excited he could not quite believe it, or what he had in mind for the wondrous vision that now stood before him in all his bare and graceful splendour.
"Yes, sir!" The younger man's enthusiasm for whatever his senior officer wished of him made Edward Pellew smile, for what he had planned was a little debauchery, though of the kind that would make his young officer return again and again, desiring more. No, the young man before him would not soon forget this night, he would see to that!
"Remain as you are a moment."
The smile remained. "Yes, sir!"
Hornblower was standing with his back to the large dining table. How fortuitous, his senior officer decided, gathering up the pillow from his bunk and the quilt from its hiding place in a drawer and spreading them out. When all was ready he stood once more before Hornblower.
"Come, sir! Lie here before me."
Hornblower turned to see the table now adorned with a beautiful, thick quilt in every shade of blue under the sun, or so it seemed to his fascinated eyes as it glistened in the light of the candelabra. A pillow in its pale linen cover lay atop the quilt which was folded in half.
His eyes widened in astonishment at his Captain's request. "Sir, you wish me to...?"
A small smile lifted the corner's of Edward Pellew's mouth betraying his enjoyment of this moment, and his young officer's discomfiture. "Come, sir, are you afraid?" he challenged.
"N-No, sir!" was the immediate response. "Oh, no, sir. I merely..." He swallowed, unable to say that he could not quite believe his eyes, or, for that matter, his ears. "Anything you wish, sir. You wish me to... lie there, sir?"
The Captain smiled at him. "Aye, Mr Hornblower. Stretch yourself out there, man, and let's be having a good look at you."
As Hornblower complied and lay back on the lovely quilt, his head on his Captain's pillow, he found the older man's avid gaze on him, devouring him as though he was a most appetising meal - and at that moment he realised that that was precisely how his senior officer saw him. Closing his eyes at the revelation, he wondered how his skinny body, which he had always perceived as awkward and clumsy, could please anybody, let alone an experienced man like Captain Pellew.
"This is a most beautiful quilt, sir," he ventured, stroking it's smooth surface.
"Indeed it is, Mr Hornblower." Hornblower heard the pride in the man's voice and knew that he was pleased. "I purchased it many years ago for my wife. After her death I brought it back to the ship with me."
Hornblower turned his head to gaze into his senior officer's dark eyes. Not just to keep you warm, he thought, but to keep her with you. He had the feeling that he was the only other person to have lain on that quilt, and understood how much he was privileged.
As his Captain hands stroked his belly and his lips trailed kisses up his throat, Hornblower murmured, "You honour me, sir."
"And you please me, my dearest Mr Hornblower. You please me..." lips reached his ear and lingered softly there, causing Hornblower to smile in his delight, "... beyond measure." He gazed into the dark eyes looking so trustingly into his own. "You are a feast, my dear sir. A banquet fit for a king. All else pales in comparison to your beauty which no artist could possibly capture on canvas. You are like moonlight on waves, beautiful, ethereal, only to be captured by the eyes, not held to the breast. And yet you are like a young Greek god, bare, unashamed and delightful."
"Oh, sir!" Hornblower captured his senior officer's face, holding it gently between his long-fingered hands and drawing the older man's lips to his own yearning ones. No longer shy to kisses, he opened readily to his Captain, glorying as his lover's tongue entered him and sucking deliciously on it. Both moaned softly at the contact. When it finally ended Hornblower felt soft lips travel over his neck and throat and out to his shoulders, kissing, sucking softly, treasuring him as though he were indeed a feast.
Edward Pellew, on the other hand, was not to be distracted. A man known both for his iron will and his compassion, very few people yet saw his gentle side, normally well hidden under a tough veneer. As his lips encountered a small brown nipple, he suckled longingly on it, loving it's immediate response to his tender ministrations.
"Close your eyes, Mr Hornblower." Hornblower did as requested, wondering what his senior officer had in mind. Without warning, he felt drops of cool liquid on his nipple and automatically raised his head to see what was happening to him. To his astonishment his dear Captain, glass in hand, was pouring a tiny amount of brandy onto his chest and belly in small drops. Hornblower smiled at the sight, pleased beyond belief that his Captain would wish to lick fine brandy from his Acting Lieutenant's humble form.
Edward Pellew trailed his lips in the drops of sweet brandy, all over the smooth skin and hard muscles of his dearest young officer, loving the shivers of response. As he moved much lower to the ribcage and lower belly, he felt the dear boy's manhood bump him slightly under his chin. The tip, glistening wet, had left a damp spot where it had touched him.
Hornblower noticed it. Pulling his Captain closer, he licked under his chin, tasting himself in the process while his lover smiled in delight.
"Sorry, sir," he murmured, the merriment in his eyes betraying his total lack of remorse.
"Wicked junior officers incur the wrath of their Captain..." Edward Pellew warned, his smiling lips belying the sternness of his words.
"I am ready to take my punishment, sir," Hornblower whispered, stroking his Captain's hair as the man held his manhood lovingly in his gentle hands, stroking it in most tender fashion. He proceeded to lean over it as though to take it into his mouth but instead pressed the moist tip to his cheek, allowing it to trail down it. The slight rough sensation of his Captain's beard on the incredibly sensitive tip nearly sent the younger man over the edge, causing him to give a loud gasp in his bliss.
"Oh, God!" he moaned. "Oh, sir!" Once more his Captain expected him to lick him clean and he enjoyed the sensation of licking the man's lean and suntanned cheek, again drawing him down for a kiss and sharing the taste between them.
Edward Pellew pursed his lips in thought, gazing at the small amount of brandy left in the glass. Picking it up, he held it to the sweetest lips he had ever encountered in his life.
"Drink, Mr Hornblower, and hold it in your mouth."
Hornblower gazed at him for a moment before smiling up at him. "Aye, sir!"
As his Captain poured the brandy between his lips, Hornblower held it there, not allowing himself to swallow it. As his lover's soft lips covered his own, he opened to the gentle invader, allowing the tongue to roam his mouth and taste the fiery liquid there before pushing some gently into his Captain's mouth for him to savour. A little dribbled down his chin and, as he went to catch it in his fingers, he found the other's lips already there, sucking it from him. He wanted to laugh out loud. Who would believe it? His dearest Captain licking brandy from his chin!
"Something amuses you, sir?" the Captain inquired, his bemused gaze delighting his young protege even more.
"Only that you are so solicitous of my person, sir."
"Always, Mr Hornblower, as I've observed you are of mine."
The brilliant smile that greeted his words was worth a thousand pounds, Edward Pellew decided. Much as he would have wished to continue in this delightful manner, his own unsatisfied condition was making demands he could no longer ignore. He sighed with pleasure and, without further ado, took the salty and glistening shaft into his mouth, letting it glide gently in and out and pushing his tongue against the sculpted head, teeth lightly grazing along the ridge whilst simultaneously fondling and pressing the lovely balls. He felt the tension rise in the body beneath him, felt the hips wanting to thrust upward, felt hands, no longer so gentle, press his head closer.
"Oh, my God! Oh, sir, I don't..." In his ecstasy he gave a long moan which went straight to Edward Pellew's heart. "I don't think... Oh, God..."
Edward Pellew felt long fingers holding him down as Hornblower's hips bucked beneath him. Like a vessel in a heavy swell, he thought, as a copious and salty libation filled his mouth in heavy surges that ebbed and flowed like the tides.
My love, you taste so much of the sea, he reflected, sucking every precious drop that was offered him, only letting the lovely boy's flesh slip wetly from his mouth as it lost some of its hardness.
The sight that befell his helpless gaze now took his breath away. His young Acting Lieutenant lay there on the quilt on his dining table with his eyes closed and a small satisfied smile on his mouth. His body, now totally relaxed, glistened in the lamplight with a light sheen of perspiration - and Edward Pellew wanted to weep at the site.
A sleeping beauty, he decided. A feast for the eyes and senses. A brave and beautiful young officer who served with honour and distinction and filled his loins with fire.
A man who despised unnecessary death, Edward Pellew found himself damning to hell the vile Mr Simpson who had accused this bravest of young men of being a coward and a liar. This man? Never! He maliciously and deliberately shot you, my love, on the count of two, not three. He wounded you most grievously, but my prayers were answered, and it was not a fatal wound. My God, I wanted to kill him there and then and took aim. I saw his true colours as the snivelling wretch grovelled before you, demanding mercy for himself who had none. No, he was not worth the powder, but I saw the outrage in his eyes. The cunning villain would have slain you, my love. Literally stabbed you in the back. My bravest young officer, I could not let that happen. I took aim at the place his heart should have been but somehow was not, and fired without an ounce of regret, grateful to God that my aim was true! I have encountered his type many times; menacing and cruel when in company, cringing and cowardly when alone, and not one of them worth an ounce of powder. The Jack Simpsons of this world be damned! If I had to, my love, I would kill again for you without hesitation, and with gladness in my heart.
The vision before him opened its eyes and looked around. Hornblower's first sight was of the vaulted beams of the deckhead above him, followed by that of his senior officer gazing on him with utmost fondness.
"Sir! I..." He swallowed, gathering his wits. "Forgive me, sir. I... must have fallen asleep!" He sat up.
"Only briefly, Mr Hornblower." He smiled. "Only briefly." He stood back as the younger man sat up and hopped off the table to stand before him.
At that moment Hornblower realised that his Captain was still in a most needy state, and it was his duty to do something about it. More than that, he vowed, it would be his pleasure!
"Forgive me, sir. I have neglected my duties shamefully."
The smallest of smiles turned up the Captain's mouth at the corners. "Quite so, Mr Hornblower. Most remiss of you, sir! What do you intend to do about it?" He frowned in mock annoyance.
"I..." Hornblower licked his lips as he came to a decision. "My duty is clear, sir."
"Oh, is it! Is it indeed, sir!"
"I... believe my duty is to undress you, sir."
"Oh, do you!" his Captain retorted, a distinct twinkle in his eyes. "Do you indeed, sir! Then you'd best be about your duty, hadn't you!"
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