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nickngreg
Title: Pirates
Pairing: Nick/Greg, Ricardo/Archie
Rating: NC-17 in some chapters and I'm too lazy to rate each one
Disclaimer: Most characters are property of CBS et al, and I don't own them or make money off them. Although I wouldn't mind taking to the high seas and plundering them. OK, not all of them. OK, Greg. So don't sue, here be monsters. Got no booty.
AU: Completely and wildly AU, doesn't even take place in this century.
Dedicated to
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kahlualeia who shares my love of Georgette HeyerBeta and semi-collab by
fred_bear aka jennybel75, who held my hand, encouraged me and did research.Chapter 1 here: here
Chapter 2 here: here
Chapter 3 here: here
Chapter 4 here: here
Chapter 5 here: here
Chapter 6 here: here
Chapter 7 here: here
Chapter 8 here: here
Chapter 9/35
Nick looked up fondly at his young lover, who was motionless except for the laboured breathing that caused his chest to heave. “For such a quiet young man, you scream very loud,” he observed with a chuckle. “Perhaps I should gag you to silence you.”
“You like to hear me too much to do that,” Greg responded without moving. “You take pride in your work.”
That surprised a snort of laughter out of Nick and he propped himself on one elbow, idly sliding his hand over Greg’s stomach. “Do you always reach your peak so quickly, palomo?”
Greg shook his head no. “I’ve never experienced the touch of another. And when you kiss me, it’s as if you set me on fire all in an instant and I am lost. My flesh burns hotter with the flame of desire and it runs through my veins like quicksilver. I crave your touch, only yours.”
Shaken, Nick made no reply, tears stinging his eyes.
Greg pulled Nick up and rolled over on top of him, kissing him lazily, while one hand cupped the bulge in Nick’s breeches.
“Seems I have a little work awaiting me,” he purred, and laughed to feel a quiver ripple through Nick’s body. Sitting up, he set to work divesting Nick of his clothing, pausing to nip and lick whatever bit took his fancy as he exposed the perfect golden skin and chiseled muscles. Enthralled with Nick’s chest and abdomen, he stopped to explore with his hands, running them over the taut flesh and mapping each swell and dip.
Nick sighed with relief as his throbbing shaft was released from the confines of his breeches. He writhed a bit as Greg’s hands lingered on his legs whilst he pulled the breeches off, together with his stockings.
“Now it’s my turn to taste,” Greg growled possessively as he straddled Nick’s legs. Dipping down to lick a hot line along Nick’s neck, he gloried in the response as Nick shuddered and squirmed. He wanted to taste every bit of Nick. He licked his way over the swelling of Nick’s biceps to the nipple flaunting itself shamelessly. He lapped at it, relishing the salty masculine taste of Nick’s skin as the tiny nub hardened to a peak.
He took the nipple in his mouth, experimenting with licking, sucking, nipping and blowing on it. Nick squirmed under his mouth and Greg was thrilled to have been able to cause such a wholehearted response. “You are sensitive here also, lov– Nick,” he murmured.
“Yes, more…” Nick moaned.
Greg looked up, surprised. Nick had been so in control when he made love to Greg, he was astonished to hear the break in his voice. It filled him with a sense of power to be able to arouse the Captain thusly, but he was also intimidated wondering if he would be able to raise his lover to such heights of pleasure as Nick did him. Pushing that aside to ponder later, he returned to the matter at hand, and resolved to do his best.
Curiously, he stimulated Nick’s nipple with his thumb and finger, watching the arousal flicker over Nick’s expressive face as he moaned quietly and shifted under Greg. Greg felt Nick thrusting his hardness up against him and found, to his surprise, his own shaft hardening again, desire animated by the act of bringing pleasure to his lover.
His answering thrust caused Nick to cry out and grab Greg’s waist, sliding down to his backside, holding him in place while he ground up into him.
“Now it’s my turn and you must be still.” Greg held Nick’s hands away and placing them on the bed, said, “Don’t you wish to test how well you’ve taught me?”
Nick nodded, eyes closed and mouth agape, relinquishing all semblance of control, permitting Greg to examine his body as he desired.
Greg continued his exploration of Nick’s body, cupping his palms over the rounded planes of broad shoulders, tracing the outlines of hard muscle and tendons under the smooth skin. He bit down on the meaty bulge of the trapezius at the juncture of neck and shoulder, feeling it fill his mouth satisfyingly. He nibbled over to the tendons standing out Nick’s neck, allowing his tongue to roam there, tasting the sweet, salty flesh, feeling the thrumming of Nick’s pulse under his skin.
As Greg laid his head against the other man’s chest, he could feel the throb of his heart racing. He reached to caress the bulge of Nick’s bicep and ran his fingers lightly down Nick’s arm, admiring the defined sinews in the hard forearm, massaging the palm of his hand and out to the end of each finger. Nick groaned deeply under the erotic stimulation.
His attention drawn by the swell of developed pectoral muscles, Greg ran his hands over them, cupping and rubbing, sliding down the rib cage to the slender waist. He kissed a hot trail down Nick’s chest, licking the defined muscles of Nick’s rippling abdomen, aglow with a sheen of sweat, and dipped his tongue into the taut navel, pleased with the little gasp Nick gave.
Greg took a little bite at Nick’s sharp hipbone and pulled the Captain slightly toward him to get a better view of the design tattooed on the lateral surface. A little sun was marked there, splendid in reds and yellows on the outside of Nick’s hip. Curious, he swiped his tongue over it and Nick shivered at the sensation on his sensitive skin.
“You are the sun,” Greg whispered in wonder. “You bear its mark.”
“When you are completely mine, you will bear the mark also,” Nick groaned. Greg didn’t understand but it was of no importance to him now.
“Do you like this?” Greg swiped the tip of his tongue over the tattoo again.
“Oh, yes…” Nick writhed wantonly under the delicate touch.
Greg slid his hands under Nick’s waist and lifted him slightly to give room to slide his hands lower, gasping as he squeezed and moulded the well-muscled globes of Nick’s buttocks. He slid his hands down the back of Nick’s taut thighs, tensed with the effort of remaining motionless under the extended exploration of his flesh. He massaged the curved swell of muscular calves, ending his exploration at Nick’s feet, rubbing the arches, feeling the responsive quiver as Nick moaned.
Greg trailed his hands up to firm quadriceps, stroking them softly as finally he was faced with Nick’s impressively swollen organ. He eyed it dubiously; unsure as to whether it would fit in his mouth. He held the solid shaft in one hand and licked the head, tasting the bitter, salty liquid pearling there.
He took the entire head in his mouth and immediately gagged noisily as Nick thrust hard. He hastily pushed Nick’s hip down on the bed, suddenly realizing why Nick had held him so.
“Sorry,” Nick said in a strangled voice.
Greg enveloped Nick in his mouth again, exploring the silky hardness with his tongue, swirling under the sensitive ridge, noting that each jerk of Nick’s hips heralded a particularly sensitive spot. Releasing the head, he licked up and down the shaft, inhaling the musky masculine scent mixed with sweat; it just heightened his arousal and he hardened further in response to Nick’s evident enjoyment.
Uneasily aware that he didn’t quite know what he was doing, he tried to duplicate the movements that he remembered Nick using on him. He used his free hand to caress and explore the sac and perineum beneath the swollen shaft, his tongue and teeth nibbled and titillated until he took as much of the rigid column into his throat as he could manage.
He started to suck, curling and twisting his tongue, varying the pressure as Nick’s hips started to flex faster, and his groans increased in volume. He used his hand to stroke the lower portion of Nick’s manhood, slick with the saliva escaping his mouth, pulling in time to Nick’s shallow thrusts.
Lost in his enjoyment of this new activity, Greg was startled to hear Nick groan out, “I’m near…”
Whilst wondering if he would enjoy swallowing Nick’s essence he tried to decide whether to keep Nick’s manhood in his mouth or pull away and allow Nick to release in his hand. Unable to come to a decision until too late, he felt Nick’s hands grab his head, holding him in place and tasted the elixir of his lover for the first time, rolling the salty, smoky liquid on his tongue. Greg decided he liked it and continued to suck as Nick jolted through the last of his peak, unconsciously rubbing himself against Nick’s leg until he too climaxed again.
They lay together in stillness for long minutes until Greg, finally giving a last lick to Nick’s limp organ, released it with a sigh.
“I can’t believe you swallowed,” Nick chuckled. “I was scared to my first time.”
“I quite liked it,” Greg said, a little surprised. “Maybe you taste better than other people.”
“Don’t be going about testing out that theory,” Nick growled, pulling Greg up to hold him close. “You are mine and I don’t share.”
He kissed Greg to taste the remnants of his own salty essence mixed with the sweetness of his young lover’s mouth. “Mmmm, delicious,” he murmured. “One day we will stay in bed and do nothing but kiss.”
“I didn’t know you could do that,” Greg said, surprised.
“We can kiss, we can make love, we can sleep,” Nick replied drowsily, “And now it is time to sleep.”
Greg curled up around Nick and pulled the covers over them. He smiled contentedly as he drifted off to sleep, reminding himself to awaken in two hours to check the stars.
~*~
It was precisely two hours later when Greg woke up. He’d discovered this ability to wake himself at set times when younger and he had always found it to be a useful talent.
He untangled himself from Nick and dressed, tiptoeing to the door, leaving his lover asleep behind him. He took a deep breath of the night air, crisp and cool after the warm day and listened to the constant frothing of the waves slipping by the ship. The stars were brilliant in the sapphire sky, sparkling like diamonds against a bed of blue velvet.
Greg went to the forward cabin to retrieve the astrolabe, placing the lanyard around his neck before lifting it from its case. He asked Rich, the crew member on watch, to accompany him to the bow in order to get a time mark at his call. He looked for a star of known declination on the meridian At his spoken prompt, Rob gave the time cue and Greg hastily scribbled the angle of elevation and time on a scrap of paper.
“Thank you,” he said to Rich.
“You’re welcome. Are you navigating us home?” Rich asked curiously.
“I am being tested,” Greg answered with a smile. “I’m not sure the Captain trusts me as yet, but I will do my best.”
“You seem to know what you’re doing,” Rich approved. “What did you do on the Navy ship?”
“I was a Lt, I plotted our course and took the helm in the night watches. And I fought when we engaged,” Greg explained.
Rich smiled at the young man’s modesty. He’d had some conversation with Archie, the former first mate of the Swan and knew that Greg was downplaying his role.
“If the Navy trusted you to navigate, I surmise that we can as well,” he said simply.
“I must go and calculate our position, thank you for helping me,” and Greg returned to the cabin. He did the mathematical procedure and drew the elevation circle on the chart. As he thought, Nick had been almost dead on with his reckoning of their position. He decided to take another reading using the sun at noon, just to ascertain that his position was correct.
Too wakeful now to return to bed, he left the cabin and went forward, wedging himself into the railing at the bow and leaned forward into the wind. His mouth curved up into a crooked smile as he felt the soft salt air rush into his face and the smooth pitch as the ship rode the swells, losing himself in the familiar sensations. When all in his world was turned upside down, the routine of being aboard ship skimming the seas was oddly comforting.
He started as strong arms slipped around his waist from behind, and Nick’s voice rumbled in his ear.
“Trying to fly away from me, pequeño palomo?”
“No,” Greg laughed. “Just happy.”
“To be with me?”
“To be on a ship, to feel free, to be with you,” Greg said softly.
“Ah, but you are not free, esclavo hermoso, you are mine and I shall not soon let you go.” So saying, Nick turned Greg in his arms and kissed him in the pale light of the moon and stars.
palomo dove
hermoso beautiful
pequeña palomo little dove (hopefully)
esclavo hermoso beautiful slave
TBC
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Date: 2005-12-24 07:14 pm (UTC)También, si quieres un consejito, the adjective usually follows the noun (though this isn't a big deal, preceding works too), and the gender of the adjective should be the same as the noun (for example: palomo pequeño).
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Date: 2005-12-25 09:37 am (UTC)I don't know any Spanish, for which I apologize. I want to thank you so much for correcting that and I will fix it wherever I can. I will know a lot more about Spanish before I end this fic, that's for sure. I do speak a little German, and I make mistakes in that too. So any way, glad to get a splodey from you and I hope you continue to enjoy. :-D
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Date: 2005-12-24 07:32 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-12-24 08:01 pm (UTC)The navigation part was fabby. It shows that Greg has a lot to contribute, aside from making sure the Captain gets some. *wink* Bravo!
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Date: 2005-12-25 09:40 am (UTC)And just like the show, he's not just a pretty face. He's educated and can navigate. Go Greg! Thank you very much and I hope you continue to enjoy. :-D
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Date: 2005-12-25 04:12 pm (UTC)Yep, he's a smart kid. Sometimes a smartass. *grin* You're very welcome and thank you for posting the fic.
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Date: 2005-12-27 09:51 pm (UTC)http://www.livejournal.com/users/shacky20/24323.html#cutid1
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Date: 2005-12-24 09:03 pm (UTC)“I’ve never experienced the touch of another. And when you kiss me, it’s as if you set me on fire all in an instant and I am lost. My flesh burns hotter with the flame of desire and it runs through my veins like quicksilver. I crave your touch, only yours.”
Gibble. If a guy said that to me, he'd have my devotion for life. *giggles*
“To be on a ship, to feel free, to be with you,”
Awwwwww! *pets Greg*
“Ah, but you are not free, esclavo hermoso, you are mine and I shall not soon let you go.”
One can only hope. ;D
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Date: 2005-12-25 09:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-24 09:34 pm (UTC)Love you!
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Date: 2005-12-25 09:46 am (UTC)Cathy
Date: 2005-12-24 11:16 pm (UTC)Re: Cathy
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Date: 2005-12-24 11:40 pm (UTC)As someone said, it should be "pequeño palomo" (male form for everything, you know?)
Loving the AU!
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Date: 2005-12-25 04:13 am (UTC)“For such a quiet young man, you scream very loud,” he observed with a chuckle. “Perhaps I should gag you to silence you.”
You horrible, horrible tease.
“When you are completely mine, you will bear the mark also,” Nick groaned.
See above comment about being a horrible tease!!!
My panties WERE on fire. No worries, they put themselves out.
This was wonderful!! Kisses AND your choice of cookies!!! Love! Merry Everything!!
i love that you're going to continue to post this. NO PIRATE WITHDRAWAL!!!
And... i started writing this comment SEVEN hours, but then i went out for Christmas eve dinner.. and i thought i pressed the post comment button, but apparently i didn't. Heh.
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