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Jude’s breath felt stuck in his throat the entire time he stood in the captain’s quarters. Once Straps’ voice pulled him from his trance, he scurried back to the keg to serve himself a glass of wine, though he didn’t think he’d have the heart to drink it. His body already felt so warm and flushed, but whether it was from excitement, nervousness, or embarrassment, he couldn’t tell.

He decided to hang back by the keg and simply watch them from afar. That way he could clutch his cup to his chest and sip it slowly, without stressing about whether the others would notice the pace of his drinking, nor of his thrumming heart.

“What say you?” Captain Kit set his wine down on the table so he could lean forward onto his hands. He turned to look at his first mate, his hair sliding over his shoulder like the fine sands of an hourglass.

“Aye, it will be a worthy delay,” Straps responded. She looked down at the map with a concentrated look, then tapped a finger against the paper. “But we should prepare for the worst. If they see us coming, it will be quite a bloodbath.”

Jude had comfortably zoned out to the sound of rustling papers and quiet chatter as the navigator helped the captain plan their route. He jumped when he saw the captain’s glass suddenly raised in his direction, then threw himself forward to fetch his cup and refill it. 

He fidgeted impatiently as he waited for the wine to pour from the tap, acutely aware of the captain’s eyes on him from across the room.

Kit’s gaze followed Jude all the way back to his side, where he tilted his head and smiled as Jude waited with his wine in an outstretched hand. The young pirate tensed under his glare and nudged the glass a little closer, but the captain’s smile only seemed to grow when he noticed Jude’s eagerness to hand it off and retreat back to his keg.

“Do you fear me, little pup?” Kit drawled. 

Jude paled at the question and tightened his grip around the drink. He did his best to hold Kit’s eye, though he itched to avert his gaze. 

“Yes,” he whispered back, sure that a lie would be obviously spotted.

The captain’s face shifted then, so much that it caught Jude entirely off guard. His controlled smile melted into a wide grin that rosied his high cheeks and crinkled the corners of his eyes. It was impossible to guess how this soft, delighted smile belonged to the same stony-faced skull that Jude encountered on the deck, but the curves of his face under the candlelight had Jude aching to reach out and touch it, just to see if it was real.

“Good,” Kit murmured as he finally plucked the glass out of his hand and swung it up to his lips. “You have no idea the things I could do to you.”

His eyebrow quirked up and Jude felt a hot shiver run down his spine. 

‘I have some ideas,’ Jude thought, immediately regretting it when he perceived a similarly salacious look flash in the captain’s eyes.

Jude quickly turned away, fumbling to get around the table and back to the kegs. 

This was the captain. He was dangerous to even daydream about.

Besides, Jude thought as he picked up his abandoned glass and downed the last of his wine in a single sip, he had something very real, and very handsome, waiting for him below deck. 

In a way, he was thankful that his afternoon in the captain’s quarters had left him feeling so buzzed and warm, from both the closeness of the captain and the tang of the red wine– he felt more than ready to go find his crewmate and finally pull this thorn from his side.

The thought of waiting any longer was excruciating. As soon as Jude was dismissed from serving, he ran below deck to find Sebastián, not slowing down until he stumbled into the kitchen where he found his friend washing dishes. Jude hurried over to his side, and after a quick glance around to make sure the cook wasn’t nearby, crept a hand up the small of his back.

Sebastián jumped at the sudden presence, but relaxed when he spotted Jude beside him. He eased into a grin and dropped every dish he was holding to give him his full attention.

It didn’t take much convincing – or any at all – for Sebastián to abandon his post, grab Jude by the hand, and lead him through the ship to find somewhere private. Jude’s skin burned with desire from the mere touch of Sebastián’s fingers around his wrist, so by the time they ducked down into the dimly lit brig, his body was already trembling with excitement.

They passed the many cells filled with provisions and loot until his crewmate found an empty one and let them inside. As soon as they found their nice and secluded spot, Jude pulled his hand from Sebastián’s grasp and used it to pin his mate to the wall.

Any other day, he would pride himself on being a calm and collected lover. But something about the ship filled Jude with a rashness that drove him to tear open the buttons on Sebastián’s waistcoat without care. 

Perhaps it was the salt in the air, which dried his mouth and made him thirst for the feel of flesh under his tongue. Perhaps it was the sun, whose heat made it impossible to cool down after a sleepless night of toe-curling dreams. Or perhaps it was his crew, and how Jude had nothing to pass the time with but watching the dozens of half-clothed, muscular men flex and sweat as they worked across the deck.

Whatever the reason, Jude didn’t feel like himself, and quenching those primal desires felt like the only way to cure his mind and tame the beast that roared within him.

With Sebastián’s vest undone, he fingered the ties that held his shirt together, loosening them with one sharp tug. He pulled his tunic open and slid his hands onto Sebastián’s chest, spreading his fingers across his pecs and revelling over the feeling of thin feathery hairs across his firm, smooth skin. He heard Sebastián moan in the back of his throat as Jude’s hands travelled downwards, untucking the shirt from his pants as he went.

As much as he would have loved to admire Sebastián’s sturdily built frame, his desperation for touch was too overpowering. Jude didn’t even stop and look– he was too busy kissing the life out of Sebastián, of breathing in his exhales and biting down on his lips as his fingers danced downwards. Sebastián’s hands, where they were firmly grasping Jude’s backside, suggested they were on the same page.

“Fuck, I need to feel you,” Sebastián whispered against his mouth when they broke apart for air. Jude smiled into their next kiss and allowed Sebastián’s hands to pull him forward, to pin Sebastián against the wall with the entire length of his body.

It was Jude’s turn to release a shuddered moan when he felt the curve of Sebastián’s erection press against his thigh. His hands began working faster to unstrap his belt and open his trousers, and he delighted at the feeling of Sebastián moving his hands to Jude’s front to do the same. As soon as his sashed belt was untied and loosened, his blouse fell open to reveal the expanse of his chest. 

Despite his dreams, his fantasising, and desperate over-thinking, Jude didn’t realise quite how badly he needed to be touched until he felt Sebastián’s fingers on his stomach. He moaned again, embarrassingly low, when short nails dragged up through his thick chest hair and sent off fireworks along their path. A thumb grazed one of his nipples and it hardened immediately, while his back arched and spine shuddered from the gentleness of the touch.

Jude’s hands soon managed to tear open the button at the top of Sebastián’s trousers, freeing his growing erection from its confines. Still locked into a breathless, desperate kiss, he felt it before he saw it, gasping when his fingers collided with the warmth of his body. 

 Jude opened his eyes and watched hungrily as his crewmate raised his hand, generously licking his palm before diving back down to slide into Jude’s trousers. 

It wasn’t long before Jude had to turn his head into the crook of Sebastián’s neck, burying his face there so he could concentrate on what his hands were doing. Though they were pressed into a cold and damp wall, exchanging quick and dry movements with an uncomfortable swaying of the sea around them, Jude was so desperate for stimulation that a slap in the face could’ve had him cumming.

He filed that idea away for later, as he bit down on Sebastián’s neck to stifle his groans.

Jude held himself closer to his mate, threading his fingers into his long hair and grasping at the roots as they worked each other closer to completion. He could feel himself nearing the edge already, but he was too eager for release to hold back or try to make the evening last. 

He hadn’t realised that his moans had turned into breathless whimpers until after he stopped, once he unlatched his mouth from his friend’s neck. Any feelings of embarrassment about the noises he’d made or the speed in which he’d finished were totally dissolved when he saw the look of lust on Sebastián’s face. His eyes were darting up and down Jude’s body, trying to take all of him in at once, while his mouth hung open with heavy, aroused breaths.

Sebastián let out a groan which Jude promptly stifled with a kiss. He drank the sound straight from his tongue, biting desperately into his mouth as his hand gradually slowed to a stop. When both men were done, Jude let go to set both of his hands on Sebastián’s cheeks, holding him gently in place as he eased the intensity of their kiss.

“Dios mío,” Sebastián gasped against his lips, relaxing his tight hold around Jude’s shoulders. “I needed that.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” Jude agreed, huffing out a quiet laugh with their faces still close and their bodies even closer. “Sorry that I…”

“Apologise for nothing,” Sebastián interrupted. He shook his head so his nose rubbed against Jude’s cheek, while his hands wandered down to his exposed chest. Jude shivered as fingers traced over the drying spots of cum on his stomach, then settled back over his pecs. “We did what we came here to do; I’m thrilled.”

Jude’s body was already growing heavy, sinking with both exhaustion and relief. He leaned in for another kiss, but Sebastián’s lips were suddenly whipped out of reach when the ship lurched over a wave and sent them both toppling over. Jude couldn’t help but laugh as he stumbled towards the bars of the cell, grasping for something to hold himself up, as Sebastián surrendered to gravity and landed in a heap on the floor.

“I think that’s our cue,” Sebastián laughed as he held his head with one hand, the other hastening to get his pants back up. “Off to bed, before someone sees us.”

Jude followed suit, wiping himself down with his sash before quickly tying his shirt back into place. They held firm when the ship started to rock again, exchanging mischievous giggles until the ground was finally stable enough for them to leave the brig.

“Well,” Sebastián murmured, his inquisitive tone catching Jude’s attention. “I think I’m going to head straight to bed. You’re welcome to join me, if you’d like.”

Jude hummed at the door to their sleeping quarters, pretending to think it over. 

“Thank you, but I’ll stick to my hammock,” he smiled. As if on cue, the ship tilted again, jostling them into the doorway and sending an unlit lamp sliding across the floor. “Especially in seas like these.”

“Perhaps a good idea…” Sebastián nodded as he paused at the foot of his bed.

Jude turned around to walk backwards, so he could face him as he continued towards his hammock. He was relieved to see a smile on the Spaniard’s face– Jude suspected that Sebastián would have fought that, would have wanted to cling and keep him close even after their clothes were back on. But he thankfully remained silent, simply raising a hand to wave Jude goodnight, as the young pirate left his side.