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You know, I’m pretty sure Disney wouldn’t want Will and Jack doing stuff like this, but since I invented Matthew and Alphonse we’ll let them go at it. Of course, I’m sure Disney wouldn’t want Will watching what they’re doing either, but since I make no profit, there’s no harm in peeking.
What Will Saw
Two coats were draped over the branches of a gnarled tree, and hung almost as a curtain, blocking the entrance to a clearing among the strange, drooping trees of this grove. Will noticed the jackets, and could not help noticing the gap between the arm of the larger, brown jacket and the faded black frock coat. And what was on the other side of that gap.
Matthew sat by the fire, piling more wood on and stirring a small pot with a wooden spoon. His sleeves were rolled up, his feet bare, and he looked completely relaxed and happy. For some reason, that made Will smile. Matthew was such a nice man, and had suffered far too much. He deserved to be happy.
Alphonse approached the fire. He was grinding something in a shallow wooden bowl. He also looked happy. Will grinned and thought he should go back to the campsite he and Jack had chosen, but somehow his legs wouldn’t move.
“This is almost ready,” Alphonse said in that booming voice, not as loud as he usually talked, but even if Alphonse were to whisper his voice would still resonate.
“This will take longer,” Matthew replied. His voice was also low, but rumbling and a little rough at the edges.
Will was surprised to feel deep, subtle stirrings at the sounds of the two voices. It wasn’t as if the two men had said anything exciting, or provocative.
But then he realized that these two men were not just two, random men talking by the fire. The way Alphonse’s hand landed so naturally on Matthew’s shoulder. The tender look in Matthew’s eyes when he looked up at Alphonse.
“Have you had a chance to talk to your brother?”
Alphonse shook his head. “We have been too busy to speak. I remain curious, of course, as to why he allowed Gillette to have his way with Charlotte, but Charlotte did not seem to mind at all, and Jacob wasn’t overly disturbed. I suppose things didn’t work out between them the way I thought they might. I thought after all that time on a ship together, he and Gillette would finally get around to... Jacob was never easy to understand. Always the rebel.”
Matthew laughed, a low rumble that Will found appealing. “I love your family. I love that him not taking a man for a lover is rebellious. And that the son who joins the navy is the rebel. If more British were like you, then perhaps…” His voice trailed off.
Alphonse knelt at his lover’s feet and took Matthew’s face in his hands. “You will never be taken again. I will die before any man claims ownership of you.”
Matthew smiled gently. “I know, my love. And no one ever shall, for we belong entirely to each other, now. Finally.”
To witness such a sweet proclamation of love was warming. But to witness the kiss that followed made Will’s blood move faster. The two men joined as one in the firelight, and the intensity of it was palpable from across the clearing.
Will realized he’d never seen two men kiss. Not like that. Oh, he’d seen embraces of the friendly sort, and a kiss or two on the cheek, and Matthew and Alphonse were always holding hands or caressing the other’s cheek or giving each other little… oh, my, and Alphonse was pulling Matthew’s shirt over his head.
Matthew had filled out quite a bit since leaving captivity. A lifetime of hard work gave him a sturdy, strong frame. Freedom and Kay and Tessie’s cooking had done the rest. His broad shoulders were wider than Will’s, the muscles rounder and thicker. Firelight flickered over his arms, bringing out deep lines between bulging muscles.
Then he turned around, and Will was shocked to see the crisscrossing lines of whip marks, light and pink and ugly, marring the broad back. Alphonse was rubbing his hands over them, smearing on one of those concoctions he and Okonkwo and Matthew were always making. Matthew sighed, and Will could sense the relief. The scars were dry and tight, this cream was loosening Matthew’s skin. Will wondered how long it would hurt for, all his life? or would another few weeks of treatment fix the problem?
Alphonse spread the mixture over gleaming skin. “I wish I could make it all go away, the last seven years. If I could go back in time – ”
“What? How could you have changed anything? Do you really think there was any other way it could have gone? It was forbidden, Alphonse. It still is. I was a slave: you were a free man, and a student at the seminary. We are both men. Even if you had the money, do you think they would have allowed you to purchase my freedom after they found out we were lovers?”
Alphonse stopped massaging. “No. But I could have stayed away from you, and you would never have been sent north. You told me it wasn’t bad at the seminary. They didn’t beat you there, they fed you well. Not like what they made you do on the plantation. If it wasn’t for me…”
“They would still own me, those filthy priests with their despicable laws.” Matthew turned around and gripped Alphonse’s upper arms. “Everything happens for a reason, Alphonse. You taught me that. Now I am free, and we are here. Now. Forget the past. Seven years apart, but now we have forever together. That’s all that matters to me.”
Alphonse shrugged. “You are far more forgiving than me. Perhaps it’s best I was expelled. I do not make a very good man of the cloth.”
“You are the best, my love. You’ve given all these people hope, you never once stopped looking for me, you’ve helped countless people, enslaved and free. And you even took the time to help your stepbrother.”
Will blinked. Stepbrother. That was Will.
“I heard about another ship. If I had gone after the other ship I might have been able to save a few hundred people. But instead, I went to find Will.”
“Will and Jack and his pirates were rather useful in our rescue, as it turned out. So it is a good thing you rescued them. You can’t stop every slaver...”
“I can try.”
“That you can. And now you have Anamaria to help you. And Jacob. What a blessing.”
Alphonse nodded. “It’s funny. Jacob hated Anamaria most, you know. For years, he hated her for taking up with pirates. He fears his father was a pirate of sorts, you know. And fears it was a pirate who got Marina pregnant, and that was why she left our island and went to work in the brothel. Jacob hated them all.”
Matthew smiled again. “Jacob is such a smart man, I don’t understand how he could be so simplistic. His father was long gone by the time he was born.”
“Jacob curses him for leaving our mother alone.”
“But she managed, and she managed most wonderfully, in my opinion. And Anamaria is able to do whatever she wants to do because she’s a pirate. It’s given her freedom.”
“Yes, but her choice of lover… it’s always distressed Jacob that his sister prefers women.”
“And what of his brother preferring men?” Matthew gave a sly smile.
“That’s another issue. I have been a disgrace to him for seven years. He could almost accept it when I chose to be a preacher, but the scandal with you… that was too much for him.”
“And maybe Marina did have to leave town for the shame of being pregnant,” Matthew continued, “but, you told me yourself, it was a customer who got her pregnant. Pirate or not, he didn’t turn her into a harlot in the first place. Beside that, she’s a business woman. She owns the brothel, now. And from what Charlotte told me, Marina couldn’t have bought the brothel without pirates. She used the money from the pirates who were buying back the gold pieces they paid her in the first place.”
“Cursed gold, from the very same cavern we are seeking now.” Alphonse shuddered.
“What do you think we’ll find?”
“It doesn’t matter. Whatever we find, we will deal with. If we find riches, we will have an easier life. If we find pirates, I’m sure you can convince them to join us. If we find nothing, at least we’ve had a few nights together.” His hands crept to the front of Alphonse’s shirt. “Right now, there is just me and you and your shirt, and I would be much happier if it were just you and me…” He pulled the black shirt from Alphonse’s body and Will had to hold his breath.
Alphonse was built much like Jack, all sinew and slimness and wire. His coffee-coloured skin glowed in the light of the fire, and Matthew’s darker hands, like bitter chocolate, traced patterns across the smooth skin.
“I could never see too much of you,” Matthew murmured and leaned forward to kiss the smooth chest in front of him.
Alphonse arched back a bit, tilted his head back, eyes shut and mouth open. Will couldn’t see exactly what was going on, but by the tingly yearning he felt across his own chest he guessed that Matthew was licking and sucking at Alphonse’s nipples.
Will allowed one of his own hands to slide up, tuck into the open collar of his shirt, and find a peaked nipple. The way Alphonse arched sent heat rushing between Will’s legs. He was giving himself up to whatever Matthew wanted to do, and Will knew that feeling all too well.
But Will couldn’t get his legs to move him further along the path to where Jack was waiting. And Jack must have been getting worried by then.
Alphonse had one hand tugging on Matthew’s neat braids, and the other reached down to the waistband of his trousers. Will shouldn’t have been watching this. It was private. It was indecent. It was spectacular the way Matthew shed his trousers so fast and was standing, with Alphonse before him on his knees, cock in his mouth so fast Will didn’t even get a glimpse of it.
Now Matthew was the one with his head thrown back. The muscles quivered up his hard stomach and rippled across his chest. But he didn’t grab. His fingers danced lightly over the spikes of Alphonse’s short dreadlocks, and Will could almost imagine what the hair would feel like under his palms.
Alphonse’s hands were planted firmly on Matthew’s arse, and Will watched enraptured as he kneaded the firm flesh and pulled his lover closer. Is that how Jack had looked, that time he’d taken Will against the tree? Alphonse was drawn tight, humming with energy and pleasure, intent on taking all of that cock in his mouth. Matthew was shaking all over, and Will could remember clearly the strain of remaining upright while Jack sucked hard and furious.
Matthew’s legs buckled, and Alphonse let go, so he could help him lower himself to the ground. Will gasped. Matthew’s cock stood out glistening and hard, and so very beautiful, at the apex of powerful thighs. Alphonse hurried to shed the rest of his clothes, and when his cock sprang free of his trousers it bobbed in the air, and Will well knew how that felt.
The two men twined together, and from his vantage point, Will could see the back of Alphonse, lean and hard, and legs mingling the way they naturally seem to do, so that cocks could line up together at the most enjoyable angle. And wide, strong hands spread over Alphonse’s trim arse, and all the low, deep moans seemed to vibrate in Will’s chest.
This was definitely wrong. He should not be watching. He should not be seeing something so personal. He should not be sliding his hand into his trousers to grip his hard cock and stroke it like that, lightly, just to encourage it and to stop it from making his head spin.
Matthew and Alphonse were kneeling, now. They faced each other, hands roaming over chests and shoulders and arms and stomachs, so close the heads of their cocks touched. And when fingers pinched at a nipple, or a tongue swept over a sensitive spot, the cocks jerked and moved together, slipping and sliding around each other.
Matthew was long and lean, so long it was impressive, to Will, that Alphonse had been able to nuzzle his nose in the thick, rich black curls at the base. Alphonse was shorter and wider, and so thick Will felt his arsehole tighten at the thought of it. The two cocks danced so beautifully together.
Will reached further down and squeezed his bollocks gently. He saw the swath of black, tightly curled hair on Matthew’s chest. He saw the exquisite curve of Alphonse’s thigh shudder. He saw Matthew’s lovely full lips close around the top of Alphonse’s ear, and watched them move around it, and couldn’t hear what he said but saw Alphonse’s whole body shiver in delight.
He’d never seen two naked men together. In fact, the only fully naked man he’d seen was Jack. Well, there was Shimura, but that was only taking a bath, not making love. And he’d seen Mr. Gibbs one time, accidentally. An event he was not eager to repeat. He’d seen lots of men naked from the waist up. Everyone seemed to doff their shirts when the temperature rose, and straining sweaty muscles were a common site in the camp. But this was something else entirely, and the sight of two cocks bumping and dancing together was unbearably arousing. Will couldn’t imagine anything more arousing.
Until Matthew spun around quickly and dropped his hands to the ground and Alphonse bent over him, licking the back of his neck and murmuring things Will couldn’t hear but could well imagine.
Matthew’s back arched, pushing his arse up against Alphonse’s cock. Alphonse sat back on his heels and stared avidly at the dark, round globes. He caressed the skin and squeezed the muscles and bent his head down to taste.
Will stuck on fist in his mouth to stifle his moan. He didn’t know anyone else did that. He hadn’t, until that point, really considered it. From his viewpoint, anything he did with Jack was only something he and Jack did together. He’d gotten over the shame of it, but he’d never considered that others had the same… oh, the moans. Did he sound like that when Jack did that to him?
Matthew’s head hung down in shadow. Will couldn’t see the expression on his face, but he didn’t need to. His cries were urgent, and guttural and made Will want to spread his legs. Words came out, every now and then, and they made Will blush. Words like “deeper” and “open up” and something in Matthew’s native language that Will could not understand, but Will was pretty sure would translate into “I love the feel of your tongue inside me.”
Will could see Matthew’s cock, for the firelight struck it in such a way that the moisture at the tip glowed like its own fire, and he found his mouth yearning for a taste of it. His own cock was leaking, as it always seemed to do. Will thought it was a bit odd, a bit embarrassing that he dripped so much, but now he was grateful, for all he had to do was rub his fingers over the head and raise them to his lips. His own flavour exploded in his mouth, not as good as Jack, but good enough to make him want more.
Matthew was shaking all over now, and Will wanted to shout, wanted to tell Alphonse to reach around, that Matthew needed his cock touched, but Alphonse’s fingers dug into Matthew’s hips and he kept licking and stabbing and doing whatever it was he was doing.
Until Matthew cried out and pitched forward. Alphonse lurched with him, keeping his mouth firmly planted on that lovely arse, and Matthew was on his elbows with his legs spread wide, moaning ever louder, and just when Will thought he couldn’t take any more, he couldn’t. And that lovely cock twitched and jerked and then exploded, and Will gasped and watched the somewhat stringy whitish release as it clung to Matthews cock and the ground below and only then did Alphonse’s hands slide around the front and stroke the length of it. He gathered what he could of the release in his hand and reached between his own legs to coat his own fat cock with it.
Matthew shifted from side to side, digging his knees into the earth for support, and moaned loudly when Alphonse straightened and rubbed his slick cock, guided by his fist, around what had to be his extremely sensitive arsehole. Alphonse’s hips moved in a delicious circle as he teased his lover. Matthew, still panting and shaking, barked out something harsh and Alphonse plunged forward and the two were joined.
Will was weak in the knees. He had to grip the base of his cock to keep from spilling in his pants. Alphonse rocked back and forth, and each forward thrust of his was met by a backward thrust from Matthew, so the two of them were fucking each other equally.
Will staggered back from the view. He should not be watching this at all. Not when he knew that Jack was waiting for him, and would be worried or at least wondering. He tore himself away from the scene before him. He didn’t need to see anymore. What he’d already seen had affected him enough. It was difficult to walk on the barely discernible path. He could find his way in the dark, but his cock was so hard he had to walk funny to accommodate it. It ached, and his arse ached, and his nipples ached, and his tongue ached, and his whole body needed to be touched.
As he stumbled along he wondered about what he saw. He’d thought it might be possible, but he hadn’t know for sure, to climax just from being tongued like that. And the sight of Alphonse behind Matthew, sinking his cock in deep, was just too much for him to take. He was rather incoherent when he finally reached Jack, causing Jack some concern, but Jack was experienced and figured out what Will had witnessed without Will having to use many words.
But now, as Will was telling the story, or trying to because it was difficult finding the right words and Jack’s lips kept getting in the way, and Jack insisted on acting out parts of it as Will told it, he was breathless and shaking and needing so much more than words.
Naked. He was absolutely naked and sprawled out across the unfolded but yet-to-be-erected canvas of the tent. And Jack was naked too, and hard as a rock. His eyes were gleaming, his mouth wet with saliva, as he’d just been sucking on Will’s cock, and his voice had a little shake to it, underneath the confidence and the swagger of it all.
“So now, dear William, the question is this. You looked, you saw, you were aroused. But what is it that seeing all that make you want, eh?”
Will shook his head and tried to think. What did he want? He wanted Jack. And that was all he could think to say. “You,” he said, “I want you. To do… with you.”
Jack grinned and nodded and stroked his hand over Will’s quivering thigh. “Ah, yes, of course. But Will, luv, think harder. Do you want me to do with you, or do you want to do with me?”
Next: Chapter 64 What Will Wants
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