One Night in Gibraltar by Clonesgirl
Part I: An Unexpected Pleasure
The formal dinner at the home of Major-General Sir Huw and Lady Dalrymple at Admiralty House high on the cliff top in Gibraltar was finally over and Acting Lieutenant Horatio Hornblower breathed a sigh of relief. Now he and his Captain could return to 'Indefatigable'. Most of all he wanted to be away from the Duchess of Wharfedale or, to be exact, he wanted to get his Captain away from her for he simply did not trust the woman. It was his opinion that she had an eye on his handsome Captain - and that would not do at all, he vowed. In addition, it was to be his last night with his Captain for at least several weeks as he was to depart for England in the morning in command of 'Le Reve' and was keen to spend the final hours with his Captain and lover. However, as many of the guests took their leave he found that the Duchess had engaged his Captain in animated conversation until Sir Huw desired a word with him and he took his leave of her. Whereupon Sir Huw and Captain Pellew left the room together.
With no choice but to wait for his Captain, Hornblower decided to wait in the foyer for him to reappear. Ten minutes, then fifteen crawled by as he paced up and down. All the other guests had left now and he was alone. Finally, after twenty minutes his Captain reappeared along with Lady Dalrymple who promptly called a servant.
"Rivers, see to it that Captain Pellew is made comfortable in the second guest room and Mr Hornblower in the third. Oh, and see to their baths."
Hornblower gazed in surprise at his Captain, wondering how this astonishing turn of events had come about. However, his Captain chose to remain totally inscrutable as they were led upstairs to two sumptuously furnished rooms with, Hornblower noted, an adjoining door. As he surveyed his room, there was a knock on said door and his Captain entered.
"Sir? We are to spend the night here?" He could not quite keep the excitement out of his voice.
"I have an arrangement with Sir Huw. He is fond of fine French wines."
"The box you bade me bring?"
"Quite so. From my own personal stock. In return he is giving me some champagne."
"I have never tasted champagne, sir."
The Captain smiled knowingly. "Then I shall enjoy introducing you to it."
"Oh, yes, sir!"
"The good Lady Dalrymple insists that I deserve to spend the night in a luxurious bed and be pampered. Of course, since you were also a guest tonight she insisted that you must also stay."
Hornblower grinned. "How very convenient, sir!"
"Quite, Mr Hornblower. A most unexpected pleasure!"
However, the Captain seemed slightly troubled as he glanced toward the connecting door leading to his own room and beyond that to the other connecting door that doubtless led to the room currently occupied by the Duchess of Wharfedale.
"I..." He trailed off and paced up and down on the thick rug beneath their feet.
"What is it, sir?"
"I find myself not wholly convinced of the motives behind our invitation to spend the night here. Doubtless Sir Huw is a friend, none the less it is... most unprecedented."
"Sir, do you suspect the Duchess might have something to do with it?"
"Hmm... We shall see, Mr Hornblower. We shall see." He shook his head and returned to Hornblower once more, taking his hands in his own warm ones and smiling at his young companion. "In the meantime shall we make the most of a little luxury for our last night together?"
"Oh, yes, sir!" was the fervent response. "Oh, sir, I shall miss you so when we are apart!"
"Shh. Shh, sweet lad. It will not be long before we are together again, you'll see. And in the meantime we have tonight. And thanks to the good Lady Dalrymple's generous invitation we have a lovely big bed for a change and I, for one, intend to put it to good use!"
"Oh, yes! And you are right - we shall leave the morning's cares until it be morrow."
Hornblower took his Captain's hands and brought them to his lips to kiss the backs of them and the inside of the wrists, watching as his lover closed his eyes in pleasure. "My dearest Captain," he murmured as he guided his lover's hands until they were around his person before letting go of them to wrap his arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss that, even though he kept it light, none the less ignited a fire in each man.
Edward Pellew pulled his young officer closer until their groins pressed together in a promise of delights to come as Hornblower ran his fingers through the older man's dark, shining hair, loving the soft feel of it.
Trailing his lips over Hornblower's smooth cheeks he murmured, "My God, what you do to me, sir!" Hornblower smiled as his Captain's mouth moved to his jaw. "'Tis surely wicked!" More kisses. "Sinful!" Hornblower's fingers were undoing his neckerchief and removing it in order to kiss his neck. "It is outrageous that you should affect me so!" he whispered into Hornblower's small ear, arching his neck to give his lover better access. Taking a deep breath, he pulled back to gaze into the warm, brown depths of his officer's beautiful eyes. "You tempt me, sir!" he accused, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile he could not deny.
"And I pray that I shall always do so, my Captain," Hornblower murmured with a smile. "I shall worship your lovely body with kisses and touches until you can bear no more, and then I shall take your proud flesh into my mouth and..."
At that moment there was a knock on the door, causing both men to break apart, taking deep breaths to steady themselves. A servant informed the Captain that his bath was now ready. If the servant thought it odd that both men kept their backs to him, he gave no indication.
After he had left, Hornblower took a deep breath and turned to his Captain, allowing his eyes to travel to the man's groin. He smiled at the obvious bulge in his lover's breeches. His Captain returned the gesture.
"Outrageous!" Edward Pellew repeated.
"Perhaps you should have your bath, sir?" Hornblower murmured. "While the water is still hot," he added.
His lover raked his length with his eyes. "I shall deal with you later, sir!" he muttered as he left the room.
"Aye, aye, sir!"
Deciding to check the large bed, Hornblower lay down on it, testing its firmness and inhaling the fresh scent of the bed covers and sheets, idly running his hand over the heavy, dark red quilt. Closing his eyes, he touched his groin, feeling the swelling that lingered there and glorying in it. He had learnt so much and his Captain always seemed pleased with him. However, tonight he would learn more, he vowed, eager to satisfy his wonderful lover in any way he could.
In the bathroom, Captain Edward Pellew was duly undressed, his hair unbound and a servant washed it for him. Afterwards, he lay for a while luxuriating in the bath water, feeling the rose-scented oils soaking into his skin. Dressed in only a green velvet dressing gown he returned to his room to find night clothes laid out. Gazing out the tall windows, he saw his ship in the harbour at anchor with the other ships. Assured of her safety, he walked to the dressing table, picked up a brush and began to brush out his long hair, leaving it loose not only to dry it but because his dearest young officer loved to see it unbound on him. Smiling, he sat back in bed, listening to the sounds of the bath being refilled just down the corridor.
*
Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the connecting door and a vision in white entered the room. Hornblower, swathed in a bath sheet, his damp hair brushed out and falling to his shoulders, walked towards him, a smile on his face.
"Mr Hornblower sir, you will remove your covering, walk back to the door, turn slowly and walk towards me."
Hornblower smiled. "Is that an order, sir?"
"Let us say that I request and require it."
Hornblower grinned. "Then I am, of course, happy to oblige, sir."
He had learnt much from his Captain and was no longer shy when it came to his own body. As he dropped the bath sheet onto a chair by the bed, his ears picked up the tiny gasp that his Captain failed to hide as the man discovered that, like himself, his lithe and beautiful young officer wore nothing what so ever beneath it.
Taking his time, Hornblower strolled lightly back over to the door, feeling his lover's avid gaze on his back the whole time. Turning slowly, he spread his long legs a little, deliberately posing, relishing his Captain's fiery gaze now devouring him from head to toe. Slowly and deliberately, his manhood swelling with each step, he moved towards the bed, a smile on his face, the lamplight shining on his dark hair and the smooth, flowing lines of his supple flesh.
Edward Pellew gazed with hungry eyes on the remarkable vision that came closer with each step. The softness of the full lips, now smiling at him, the huge dark eyes set in a face framed by a riot of shining, dark curls that fell to the shoulders. The manly breadth of shoulder and chest, the sweet little nipples, the smoothness of the ribcage and the firm, flat belly, the slim hips and long-legged grace. However, his eyes were drawn inexorably to the groin and it's already-swelling shaft crowned by a heavy thatch of blackest curls. As he continued to watch, mesmerised, the vision spoke. "My dearest Captain, do I please you?" the vision inquired in shyest manner.
"Sir, you are a prize fit for a king and were you to please me any more I would surely die from a surfeit of joy!" his Captain confided, gazing into the lovely eyes in most intimate fashion. His reverie broken, he turned down the bed in welcome, holding out his arms. As his beautiful young lover slipped eagerly into bed beside him and embraced him warmly Captain Edward Pellew sighed with sheer happiness.
Hornblower hugged him close, pressing his lips to his neck. "My Captain," he whispered. "My beloved Captain." He sighed, nuzzling his lover's hair and delighting in the scent of it. "Oh, but you smell so sweetly delicious."
His earlier misgivings forgotten, Edward Pellew decided that this was going to be a wonderful night and he was going to savour every single minute of it. His ship was safe and his dearest and most beautiful officer was here in his arms, also safe. He desired a kiss from those sweet, ripe lips, and it was as though he had only to wish it and his wish was granted as the tender lips descended on his own to kiss him as no other ever had. In complete acceptance, in total surrender, in sheer bliss and utter joy he met those lips, returning the kiss with all the enthusiasm of youth, the blood singing in his veins, his heart pounding as his dear one's tongue duelled with his own in glorious abandon, lips sliding, sucking and nipping, the fire in their loins more than evident.
"If I wasn't lying down I think I would faint!" Hornblower murmured, ending the kiss with soothing touches of lips, delicate and soft.
"Adored lad!" his lover whispered, shifting to lie on his back as his lover rested his head on his breast, rubbing his cheek in the soft hair there. "Do you hear my heart?"
"Oh, yes! It's pounding in my ear, beating so fast."
Edward Pellew ran his hands through the thick mass of hair, damp and scented from being freshly washed, delighting in the weight of his lover's head resting over his heart. "That is what you do to me." His fingers played with the curls. "I have no morals left, and no shame either where you are concerned," he added.
However, Hornblower noted that, far from being regretful, his Captain was merely reciting facts.
"You are like a yearling," his Captain continued, "all long legs and supple flesh, and I am an old warhorse, scarred by too many battles. And yet..." he lifted Hornblower's face to gaze deeply into his eyes, "...in all your youth and beauty, you make me feel so young it is beyond belief. I have not felt like this since I was a young man and newly married." He shook his head. "Never thought to feel it again. My dearest Mr Hornblower, you have given me back my youth."
"My dearest Captain, might I be so bold as to suggest that you are still young and still vigorous, not to mention surpassing handsome and, therefore, have never lost your youth. Perhaps you merely mislaid it!" Hornblower suggested with a smile, his eyes alight with mischief.
Edward Pellew abandoned himself to laughter, chuckling quietly, as Hornblower moved up to lie beside him on the pillow and they embraced warmly.
"God, lad, look at you! Look at your smile!" He ran a finger over the full lips, tracing the lovely smile that lingered there until his lover took a sudden nibble at the tip of his finger.
"And you, my dear sir, are simply beautiful," Hornblower murmured, taking his Captain's hands and touching his lips to them again and again in a gesture of complete and utter reverence.
As his Captain went to protest that he was not at all beautiful, the words died on his lips as the worshipful gaze of his young officer caused a such lump to form in his throat that speech became impossible.
Hornblower released his lover's hands in order to run his fingers through his long hair, spread out on the pillow and drying now in its naturally wavy state. "Beautiful," he murmured, enjoying its softness. "I love the way it curls," he continued, a note of wonder in his voice. "Truly, my Captain, you are a delight!" He ran his hands down the small patch of silky chest hair, gazing at the dear little nipples nestled there, awaiting his touch. Moving lower, he sucked one in most tender fashion, enjoying the way it immediately hardened at his touch. "You are a feast, my dearest Captain!" Reaching further, he stroked the long thigh muscles before moving to place kisses along the tender skin of the inner side, at the same time feeling their owner stretch and sigh with extreme pleasure.
Edward Pellew lay in a state of utter surrender. He wanted to close his eyes and just feel with his other senses, but he kept them open so he could gaze his fill of the dear young man who was loving him so well. He observed Hornblower pause, gazing fondly at his manhood, now standing tall and proud.
"Oh, sir!" his lover murmured. "'Tis a lovely thing I see before me! A marvellous sculpture! A wondrous instrument of bliss! A strong, beautiful and bare mast..." he trailed off as his Captain smiled at him, "... but in sore need, and I shall attend to it shortly," he concluded. "First," he smiled at his lover, "I must check the condition of the sails to see if they are set correctly and filling properly in order to carry us through the night."
He delved lower and Edward Pellew watched in fascination as his lover's tongue came out to lick lightly at his balls. Then again, and again, while delicate touches to his inner thighs made him smile with pleasure. He growled softly as his beautiful one continued to pay homage to him in the most delightful way. How lovely! was all he could think as a single finger trailed up his eager member to circle the tip, sliding in the moisture there before that same finger reached up to him so that he could taste it.
As he sucked avidly on the finger, tasting of his own desire, Edward Pellew was lost in a sea of passionate fire, uncaring if he ever touched dry land again. Parting his legs further he groaned softly, "Come, my dearest! Come put your sweet flesh inside me!"
"God, yes, my Captain! But first allow me..." His voice trailed off as he pressed kisses to his lover's belly and ribcage, gradually turning him over to lick his way down his spine with soft swipes of his tongue while his busy hands stroked and kneaded the firm muscles of the back, gradually working their way lower to the rounded buttocks which he alternately caressed and kneaded. Moving lower still, he nibbled the place where his hands had been, his teeth leaving faint marks on the pale flesh while all the while his lover almost purred under the loving assault.
Without warning, Hornblower pressed the buttocks apart and swiped his tongue over the puckered rose entrance. This elicited a tiny, excited whimper from his lover. Smiling, he repeated the action, feeling his Captain positively squirm with pleasure beneath him, the entrance clenching and unclenching in purest bliss. Encouraged by his lover's ecstatic reactions to his ministrations, he delved deeper, tongue sliding further down into the cleft until he reached the underside of the lovely balls. Loving them, wetting them thoroughly with his tongue - or at least as much as he could reach - the joy he took in his task heightened by his lover's murmurings of encouragement and delight. His Captain was completely at his mercy and he gloried in his temporary domination of this powerful man. His Captain had said from the outset that between the sheets they would be equals and had proven it many times.
He moved higher once more to lave the entrance again, delighting in this gentle, leisurely loving that they never dared take time for on the ship. How wonderful! he decided, pushing his tongue against the tightly clenched entrance and hearing the simultaneous whimper of his lover. Encouraged, he repeated the action, this time much harder, his insistent tongue continuing to probe until finally gaining entrance.
"My love!" his lover gasped, body now writhing beneath him. No one had ever done this to Edward Pellew before and he was finding it to be the most exquisite torture he had ever experienced. What an inventive mind his lover had! "Oh, God, what are you doing, my sweet? I shall die if you keep this up!"
"Shh, my Captain. Your desire is so beautiful, so perfect. Allow me to worship you in my own way."
His Captain groaned, gritted his teeth and prepared to bear more of the wonderful sensations, unknowing how long he could withstand the delicious agony. After a few minutes he could stand no more.
"Oh, God, come, my love! Come into me else I expire from bliss!" he moaned.
Hornblower remembered the phial of oil be had found in the bathroom. He reached for it where he had left it with the bath sheet. Opening it, he tipped a small amount onto his fingers. It appeared to be scented with sandalwood and he took it to his Captain's nostrils for him to share the heady perfume. Together, they inhaled the delicious smell before spreading it gently around the opening to his lover's body. Bringing more oil, he pressed inwards with one finger, then two, long fingers stroking delicately inside his lover and feeling his readiness. Finally, he coated his own tall staff until it glistened all over.
"Now, my Captain," he murmured. "Now, my love. Are you ready for me?"
"God, yes, my beauty! Come, my treasure! Come fill your lonely Captain and let us brave the storm together!"
Hornblower pushed gently into his ecstatic lover, sliding in so easily, feeling the entrance clench around him in haste and desperate need.
"Oh, God, sir!" he groaned, beginning to thrust gently when all he wanted was to ram his yearning flesh into the heat and tightness that enveloped his manhood like a glove. Determined to prolong the sweet bliss as long as he could, he endeavoured to hold back while his lover continually pushed back to him. He leaned down to kiss his Captain's neck and cheeks before plunging his tongue deep into the wonderful mouth, adoring him with the entirety of his being. With his every stroke, his dearest Captain moaned his name now, lost in his own yearning for the peak of sensation. Their bodies so hot now, a light sheen of perspiration covered them, the room redolent of sandalwood, heat and passion unleashed.
In desperation, barely on the edge of consciousness, Hornblower grasped his lover's heavy manhood, stroking it, spreading the sweet moisture at the tip to cover it all over, while his lover clenched his teeth to stop himself from crying out as he spilled his joy all over his hand.
Hard muscles clenched him in quivering response to the other's delirium and with his lover's passion fuelling his own, Hornblower reached the crest of the wave, grasping his Captain hard enough to crack ribs. Buried to the hilt in the heaving body, he bit hard on the flesh of his lover's shoulder to keep himself from crying out as he poured forth his love in purest rapture.
*
The figures on the commodious bed lay drifting, sweat evaporating on their bodies. Captain Edward Pellew forced his eyes to open. The candles had burnt lower and for a time he watched their flickering shadows on the ornate ceiling, his lover's hand held loosely in his own. His heart full with love, he contemplated the act that he and his youngest officer had just engaged in. A hanging offence the law stated. A man who normally obeyed the law as diligently as he obeyed his orders, he decided the law be damned! He was in love and he was a little giddy with it; that was all that was wrong with him. What did a court of law know about the beauty of giving oneself over to rapture of the senses? Why should an act of love, no matter that it was between two men, be something dirty and depraved? Why should it even constitute a crime unless, of course, it was forced? He had no answer, he only knew that they must be careful. He gave his lover's hand a gentle squeeze.
"Horatio?" he whispered.
The body next to him gave a great, long sigh, stretching luxuriously. "Yes, my darling Captain," was the murmured reply. Still, the eyelids did not open, the lashes fanned out against the smoothness of the cheeks creating dark shadows on the pale skin.
Wanting to touch, he leaned closer and kissed the smoothness of the youthful cheek. "Mmmm..." was the only reply.
"Open your eyes, my angel," he whispered. At once the eyes flickered open, blinked a couple of times and focussed on him.
"Sorry, sir," he whispered, offering his Captain a sweet kiss. "Oh, Captain, I have not the words..." he ran light fingers down his lover's weather-worn cheek, "...nor could I begin to describe how wonderful, how perfect you are to me."
"Shh.... You are my deliverance, my dearest Horatio. My life was so empty before you came. You have opened my heart once more, sweet sir." Smiling he gazed on his young lover as though memorising every feature. "You, in your youth and your beauty, have brought me such joy as I had not thought possible." He hugged his lover, pressing very close. "You are infinitely dear to me."
It was as they were sharing a gentle kiss that a knock sounded at the door.
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